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What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

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Have you seen the Woody Allen movie, “Deconstructing Harry?” He asked a prostitute in that movie, “Why are you a prostitute?” She said it.

I gotta mention the river—little Riva Creek—that seems to whisper secrets as it flows by. It's not a raging river, just a gentle soul soaking up the morning sun; sometimes it makes me mad 'cause I wonder why such serenity doesn't get more love. And hey, my work as a pleasure coach? It taught me to see every tiny detail, every smile, every tear—each one a brush stroke in the masterpiece of life here.

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