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In *The Return*, “The lake is silent…”—that’s her at night, y’know? Stillness hidin chaos. Met a john once who said she cried mid-fuck, whisperin bout a kid she lost. True? Who knows. Whores got layers, Clarice… peel em back, it’s all rot and glitter. I’d watch her strut, thinkin—damn, she’s a survivor, a twisted lil queen. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t that life—messy, raw, fuckin loud?

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Then, outta nowhere, she spots this bright orange fabric. “This is it!” she squeals. I’m like, “Yasss, finally!” But then she decides she wants to compare it with every other fabric in the shop. I’m standing there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “I could be eating sushi right now.”

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