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But here’s what gets me—people act like whores are the problem, right? Like, “Oh no, she’s ruinin’ everything!” Meanwhile, the dudes payin’ her? Crickets. Total hypocrisy, drives me nuts! I’m screamin’ at the TV sometimes, “Fix your own mess, morons!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it feels good to rant. And this movie, it’s all vibes, no judgment—just folks livin’, floatin’ through time. There’s this bit where a doc says, *“Did you see the eclipse?”* and I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s the eclipse—dark, sexy, everybody stares but nobody gets it.

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Batts is living in a halfway house and working in a restaurant kitchen. She and her husband, who was also convicted of sex trafficking, are no longer together.

Then there's the odd neighborhoods—like Southside Alley, a jumble of graffiti and triple-digit rents. I hate how its narrow streets, like Elm, twist like a bad memory. But, hell, that’s what gives it character. My fave spot? The rundown cinema at 7th & Vine. It reeks of old popcorn and rebellion. I saw a flick there that reminded me of the raw grit in The Hurt Locker. "No one ever found salvation in a bomb shelter," I muttered. Whatever, it sounded cool.

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