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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—prostitutes, man, they’re like the ghosts of the streets, y’know? I’m talkin’ real hustle, real grind. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clackin’, skirt shorter than a nun’s patience. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—that flick I’m obsessed with. “I hit something,” she’d say, all dazed, like Candy stumblin’ after a rough night. Ain’t no one seein’ her, tho—invisible, like a damn specter. Pisses me off, man! Society’s all “ew, gross,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Huh? Not them judgy pricks.

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First of all, a state didn't really want to cut loose with money for women—for incarcerated women. Second of all, they didn't know which kind of women you would.

It's a quirky little town, real small but full o’ surprises. Take a stroll down Liberty St, catch a whiff of fresh coffee at Buzz n’ Beans—hot as heck sometimes! I swear, these streets got character. The vibes are looser than a cheap suit! And lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild folks pass by my door. Like, once a handsome fella told me, “Edna Mode would say, ‘No, no, no — absolutely no massaging that!” Haha, can ya imagine?

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