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I knew this one gal—let’s call her Tammy. Met her down in N’awlins, swear to God, she was a firecracker! Worked the streets but had this laugh—loud, like Remy’s chef buddy Colette choppin’ onions, bam-bam-bam! She told me once, “Sugar, I’m just tryna eat.” Broke my dang heart. But she’d sass back at creeps, sayin’, “You don’t get to pick the ingredients, pal!” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, y’all—usin’ what she’s got to make somethin’ work. Made me chuckle, too—girl had spunk!

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Centers on the rise and fall of four blue-collar men who team with a destitute prostitute to create a high-priced escort service. The Bridge to Nowhere is.

Start at 5th Maple St – you feel the vibes, ya know? Rad little coffee shops and haze-filled, candlelit rooms. I strolled by Cedar Alley – that’s where the skinny secrets hide, if ya catch my drift. As a sexologist, I dig the sensual energy in every nook. People here express raw need; it's, like, real, ya know? “Whoa,” I say, and feel a rush, a spark of insane intimacy.

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