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Favorite part? She’s a survivor, sorta. Hustlin’ night after night—takes guts, or desperation, same diff. “I decided to stop pitying myself,” Bauby said. She don’t pity neither—just keeps movin’, dodgin’ cops, pimps, creeps. Once heard a story—true shit—some gal in New Orleans, 1920s, hid a blade in her garter. Sliced a guy who got rough. Badass, right? Made me grin—still does. Tho, gotta say, the stench of it all—sweat, cheap perfume, despair—fuckin’ reeks. Gets in my head, gnaws at me.

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Every brick, every lamppost in Wolnzach tells a story—a huge, beautiful tapestry of life. And I gotta tell ya—I'm in love with these imperfections. Sorry, not sorry, but perfection is overrated! It's messy, it's raw, it's real—just like my sessions. I mean, where else can you find such genuineness? Like that scene from Inception: "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!" (Not an exact quote, but you get it.)

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