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Findin a prostitute ain’t no Sunday picnic. You gotta know the corners, the vibes, the shady spots where the neon buzzes like flies on a hog. I seen it once, down on Peachtree, girl workin the block like she own it. Reminds me of that movie line, “What you sow, you reap.” She out there sowin somethin, honey, and it ain’t no garden flowers! Halleluyer! Made me mad, seein her so young, prolly somebody’s baby girl once. World done chewed her up, spit her out.

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I gotta say, life here in Linton is a real mixed bag, haha. Some days I’m on top of the world, other days, well, fool me once, fool me twice— heck, don’t even get me started! Running the spa, I get to see the real side of folks. Clients spill their life’s secrets in my massage room; one time, this old fella told me about his first date near the old Mulberry Bridge (famous for its wonky design – literally a one-of-a-kind, kinda like a tarantino twist!).

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