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I get mad tho—society judgin em, callin em dirty, when half these fools payin em on the low! Hypocrisy, chile, it burns me up! But then I get happy—some of these women, they’re survivors, hustlin like nobody’s bizness. One gal, swear to God, she told me she paid her rent in two nights—two nights! I was like, “You go, girl! You get a car!”

I also joke about the unpredictable weather. One moment sun, then a quick sprinkle—kinda like the moods I see at the spa. Even with those little annoyances, I defnitely love it. I mean, who wouldn't love a place where every raindrop feels like little whispers of joy?

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