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We shall fight the gloom, the despair! Whores, they’re tough as nails— tougher than me milkin cows in the rain. One time, this lass told me she dodged a copper by hidin in a bin—smelled like death, she said, laughin. “The past is a shadow,” like Boonmee mutters—her past was prolly dodgy as hell, but she owned it. I was gobsmacked, mate—respect! Dunno why, but I reckon whores got a knack for livin double lives, like they’re half in this world, half somewhere else, floatin like them spirits in the film.

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I just know Vicki cussed Bravo out and demanded another RHUGT with a better destination after The other ladies went to Turks and Caicos and.

Neighborhoods like Centro and Santa Clara got that energy where people choppin’ it up on corners, sometimes argue, sometimes laugh – oh, it’s liike magic, man. There’s this park, Parque Ecológico Lindeza, where I used to sit after sessions, watch kids play and let my mind wander… sometimes, I even get mad watchin’ parents stress out over small thngs, but then I calm down, rememberin’ that "the wind whispers, even in silence."

JOYCE CAICO Obituary (2024) - Brighton, MA - Boston Globe