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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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I love this city ‘cause it's raw, hectic, sometimes maddening. Like, the sidewalks near 12th and Archer—they got cracks that tell tales of forgotten dreams. And trust, after a long day of coding love lives, that insight sure stings me. It’s like, "Forgive me, oh forgive me," but in a real, soulful type way from that movie vibe, y’know?

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