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Me, I’m a sucker for underdogs. Prostitutes? Total underdogs. Kinda like Remy, scamperin’ around, dodgin’ haters. “You’re a rat!”—nah, you’re a legend! I’d prolly suck at their job tho—too awkward, ha! Imagine me, “Uh, hi, want some… fun?”—disaster. Oh, and fun fact: Victorian hookers used arsenic makeup. Glowin’ skin, deadly price—metal as hell! Sometimes I wonder, what’s their fave movie? Bet it’s somethin’ gritty—not my *Ratatouille*, too wholesome.

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IMMOKALEE: where fact and legend collide Story by Bill Cornwell [email protected] The diminutive mochacomplected woman with hair blacker than melted midnight stands in the .

I always stop by Mt. Zion Missionary Church Street. Not official, I know, but it’s got its magic. Told ya, it’s not perfect; it’s raw. I remember a couple struggling with family messes and finding hope there. Ugh, I get mad sometimes – but damn, it heals too.

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