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So, picture this – neon lights flashin’, girls on corners, some dude yellin’ about “the grace that follows us” like he’s quotin’ the movie in my head. I’m like, whoa, this is nuts! Didja know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes were called “soiled doves”? Weird, right? Kinda poetic, tho. Makes ya wonder about their stories – what got ‘em here? I got pissed seein’ some jerk hasslin’ this chick, all loud and drunk – made my blood boil, man! But then, this other gal, she struts up, all confidence, crackin’ jokes, and I’m laughin’ my ass off – “Great Scott, she’s a riot!”

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I went from being a child prostitute to a successful 6 figure earning entrepreneur. I didn't graduate from college and I suffer from learning.

Neigborhood's a bit scatterbrained–I mean, some parts near Willow Rd are all artsy and neon, others near Pine Ln feel old school. Like, last Tuesday, got so mad 'cause traffic was messin’ up my savin’ energy; honk, curses, all that jazz. But then, I peeped a couple of chill dudes doin’ yoga by the river – the little seep on Mill Creek – and it hit me: "Ah, life is beauty – embrace it, flaws & all!"

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