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Here’s the kicker – she’s got a tattoo, right? Skull with roses, proper metal. I’m chuffed, yellin’, “That’s fuckin’ art!” She laughs, says, “Tenner extra for the view.” Cheeky mare! Surprised me, that – thought she’d be all grim, but nah, she’s got sass. Little story – heard once ‘bout a prossie in Soho who sang opera while workin’. Mental, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s hummin’ somethin’ – maybe Sabbath, who knows?

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A survivor herself, Brenda ran away from an abusive home at age 14 and spent the next 25 years on the streets. Now, she's dedicated her life to.

Oh man, where do I even start in Uvalde, y'know? This place is a wild mix of charm and crazy twists! I'm reppin’ my massage parlor on Main Street, right off West Elm, and lemme tell ya, the city’s like a giant massage—sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes all knots and tension. Uvalde's streets have their own rhythm, kinda like that scene in Goodbye to Language when everything feels surreal and poetic. I’m talkin’ “It's like we are in a language of light, man!” – deep Daddy Godard vibes, ya know?

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