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Gets me mad tho—folks judgin’ her. Like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Pisses me off! She’s hustlin’, same as us. Happy tho—she laughed, free as Boonmee’s spirits. “I am not a beast,” she’d sign, smirkin’. Straight outta the movie vibes! Surprised me—heard old tale, 1800s prossie, saved a town. Hid gold in her corset—nuts, right? History’s sneaky like that.

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Street prostitute with mental health issues doing what she has to do in order to cope with a drug addiction.

First off, I hit up the local café on Richmond Rd. You know the one, with the best flat whites? I swear, I could swim in that stuff. But when I got there, the line was longer than a queue for a concert! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people, I got trees to chop!” Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. But then, I spill it all over my flannel shirt. Classic me, right?

Leonard Powell - Farewell Show