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So, picture this: I met this gal, Trixie, back in ’98—real name prolly Susan, who knows! She worked corners in Chicago, heels clickin, eyes tired. She told me—get this—her first john paid in *pennies*! Pennies, y’all! I laughed so hard I cried, but damn, that’s grit. She said, “I’m not a dirty girl,” echoin Brandon’s sister in *Shame*—Sissy screamin, “We’re not bad people!” Trixie had dreams, wanted a bakery—cupcakes, not cock! Made me mad, tho—society judgin her, tossin her out like trash.

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Now lemme share a secret: ye gotta check out the old downtown area. Winding cobblestone lanes, quaint cafes, and quirky shops remind me of a scene outta "A Serious Man" – one minute yer celebratin’ life, next, ye wonder, “Is this fate or pure chance?” Aye, life's that unpredictable, mate! And oh, there’s the Grapevine Vintage Railroad, a real flashback to another time – tracks clinkin’ like destiny knockin’ at yer door, savvy?

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