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But lemme tell ya, some shit pisses me off. The way folks judge ‘em, callin’ it dirty, like they ain’t got their own skeletons. “What’s true for you,” like Sarah Polley says in *Stories We Tell*, “is what you make it.” Ain’t that the truth? These women, they’re craftin’ their own damn tale, and I respect that hustle. Surprised me too—did ya know back in the 1800s, madams ran whole towns? Like, in Deadwood, this chick Al Swearengen—yeah, a woman—owned a brothel so badass she basically bankrolled the place. Power, man, straight up power.

Seaside Resort Vung Tau

Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

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