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Ooh, and the risks—cops, pimps, psychos—heart pounds just thinkin it! Happy? Hell no, I’d be a wreck—Homer’d lose it if I tried this! “Marge, no labyrinth for you!” he’d yell. But that thrill, it hooks ‘em—livin on the edge, no rules. Hmm… makes me wanna scream, “To hell with chores!” Tho, I’d suck at it—too whiny, too clingy. Prossies got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—sassy as hell too, slingin slang like “trick” n “john.” Cracks me up!

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The receptionist is standing there asking us to leave the premises because I'm prostituting myself (me and my friend are still very much fully clothed and more.

Yo, and lemme talk about the neighborhoods. East Gloucester is quirky, with unexpected murals splashed over abandoned shops. Half the time I'm like, "Huh, what’s next, a pop-up gallery in a taco truck?" And then Library Lane is my secret haunt—chill spot to muse on life and relationships. It's raw and real, unfiltered.

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