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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

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Living here’s a mixed bag. There’s a spot on Northeast Dr privy to some deep catharsis. Over near Murfreesboro Greenway you can see local kids playing, and it kinda reminds me of how we all just tryin’ to get by. The Stones River flows quietly by, whispering secrets as if it’s reciting lines straight from Hou Hsiao-hsien’s masterpiece. "Still, time has a way," it sorta says, echoing each drop of water.

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