Evelyn Cold Spring Harbor Prostitute ❤️

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So, I knew this one chick – let’s call her Ruby, coz why not? – workin’ the corner near some shady gas station. She’s got this vibe, y’know, tough as nails, but her eyes? Haunted, like Saul draggin’ that damn body – “You’ll do it!” – through hell. She told me once, over a cigarette she bummed off me, how she got into it. Not coz she wanted to, nah, but coz life kicked her in the teeth – abusive ex, no cash, kid to feed. Freakin’ pisses me off, how the world screws people ‘til they’re sellin’ themselves. “No capes!” – no saviors swoopin’ in, just real shit.

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I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

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