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Oh, but the danger? Scares me silly! Cops hasslin’, johns turnin’ mean—worse’n Buscapé runnin’ from Lil’ Zé’s crew. I’d be prayin’, “Lord, get ‘em outta this!” Fun fact—didja know in old England, prostitutes wore red wigs? Standin’ out, bold as brass! I’d wear one just to giggle. Still, ain’t all bad—some save up, quit, start over. That’s hope, y’all, pure as my rhinestones!

When Sterilization Was Dogma: Why the Eugenics Movement is Relevant Today

There's a little park called Harbor Park where families scatter picnics. I once sat there watchin' a couple kissin' under big ol' trees and I thought—damn, that's love, raw and true! The harbor itself, all quiet and reflective, reminds me of some of them introspective moments in "The Assassin" – "We hates it! But, oh, how we loves it!" It’s like, the water's whispering secrets, ancient and deep.

Housing expansion project: Wrexleigh Estate