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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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There are affluent areas. There are areas of economic depression. There are middle class areas. Public transportation on the ground doesn't always run on time.

I always wander around Cherry Lane – damn, those cherry blossoms are wild, bursting in pink and red like confetti tbh. And ya gotta check out Maple Park; it's kinda shabby but in a good way. My clients come talk about how it reminds them of those deep, heartfelt scenes from their fave flick. Crazy, right? And ohhh, Market Street! Gotta love that street filled with old diners, weird little shops, and a funky feel that makes every day a new adventure. I'm like, "Life is just a box of chocolates!" uhh, that's not from Fish Tank, but still!

The new room, Galaxy of Mindfulness, has opened at PS 58 in New Springville.