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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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You want a secret? Check out a tiny alley by the old water mill – hidden gem, hidden vibes, all heart. It sounds like a scene straight out of a flick, kinda like Boyhood’s raw moments, and honestly, it legit makes me laugh – sometimes, I nearly spill my oils haphazardly cuz excitement get’s me hype.

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