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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

Key points:

Katie was lead into a life of prostitution, and drugs not only for survival, but because she had no one to teach her anything else. But through.

Eh, what's up, doc? So check it out, buddy, I'm in Whitewater (us) – a real gem, ya know? I live here and it’s wild, rad, and kinda unpredictable – kinda like that lil’ flick "Inside Llewyn Davis". Really reminds me, "I got no idea what I'm doing." Eh, what’s up, doc?

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