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I ask her once, “You ever dream big?” She smirks, says, “Dreams are for suckers.” Hit me hard—wisdom in that. Like the movie line, “the truth is unbearable”—she’s livin’ it. I’m happy she’s real, tho. No fake-ass front. Surprised me too—thought she’d be all jaded, but nah, she’s got jokes. Calls her pimp “Captain Asshat.” Cracked me up, spillin’ my coffee.

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I too miss the good ol' days when sex workers didn't wear baggy sweaters? From Nightmare Alley by William Lindsay Gresham (). Quote.

Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

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