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But then—ooh, I’d get mad. Real steamed up! Seein’ some sleazy fella hagglin’ her price down? That’d burn me worse’n a flat iron. “She’s a person, you toad!” I’d holler, wavin’ my sparkly nails. Reminds me o’ *Dogville*— “They’d eat ya up, spit ya out.” Ain’t that the truth? Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, tell ‘em they’re enough.

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Now, check this: my favorite spot is the abandoned alley behind St. Joseph’s Chapel on Sunset Road. It’s got a vibe of mystery, sorta like the labyrinth itself. I park there sometimes, just watch shadows dance. It scars me, but it also heals me, oddly enough.

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