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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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I’ve gotta say, life here is an outrageous mosaic, a mess of charming paradoxes—a bit like my own thoughts sometimes. The city makes me happy, riled up, and inspired in equal measure, like “angst and ecstasy in one fell swoop!” I mean, who wouldn’t be enlivened by a place where the mundane transforms into art if you just squint your eyes right?

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