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What pisses me off? The lies! Claim says “fire damage”—bullshit. Smelled like arson from a mile away. Happy? Nah, but I grinned when I caught a punk lyin’ bout “accidental flames.” Surprised me how dumb they think I am—c’mon, I’m Doc freakin’ Brown! *The Return* had that line, “Truth’s in the silence”—damn right. These clowns ain’t quiet enough to fool me.

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transnational prostitution suggests that sex work was not just a "sinful" affair between men and women; it formed a nexus between the movement of human bodies.

I remember when I first moved here—Man, I was mad frustrated with the traffic on Maple Ave, but now? I find it sorta charming. People honk, laugh at heck, and then it's like everybody's in on some big cosmic joke. Ain't that somethin’? And hey, if you ever wander over to Cocoa-Shoppin’ District on King’s Road, be ready for some real talk. I once met a lady talkin’ about her wild youth on that very street! Crazy, right?

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