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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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Finally, I get to the track, and it’s chaos. Horses everywhere, trainers yellin’, and the rain’s comin’ down like it’s tryin’ to drown us all. I’m like, “What the heck is goin’ on?” Turns out, a couple of horses got spooked and bolted. Classic, right?

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