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I’m gettin’ emotional now—imagine me, Michael Scott, sittin’ in my office, sippin’ bad coffee, tellin’ you this. Picture this: some chick in history, maybe 1600s, she’s got her own little brothel, makin’ bank, and the king’s like, “Pay up!” and she’s just smirkin’, countin’ coins. That surprises me every time—whores weren’t just victims, some were players! Makes me wanna high-five ‘em through time. “You’re not alone,” Mia says in *Fish Tank*, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, these gals weren’t alone—they had each other, probs laughin’ at the haters.

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In messy, jumbled, repetitious bursts – Palace Street’s on my mind, too. Its faded neon signs, chipped paint, and that never-quite-right smell after the rain; it's like a poem in disarray, just like me on busy nights.

Front line paramedics to testify about mass stabbing