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But real talk—whores get a bad rap. Pisses me off. Society’s all “eww, dirty,” but who’s buyin? Hypocrites, man! She’d shrug, say, “I live, they hide.” Truth right there—BAM! “The wind carries their fate!”—like in the movie, ya feel me? She’s the wind, untouchable, while I’m just plowin dirt.

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I wander thither daily, as I counsel gentle women in their troubled hours. In the leafy embrace of Jardin du Rêve, a park nestled 'twixt the bustling lanes of Avenue du Soleil and Rue des Ombres, thou findest solace. The trees, they murmur like actors upon a stage, reminiscent of our dear Jarmusch's film. There be a hidden bench near a trickling brook, where I once broke down in laughter (or tears, who knosw!) — near the Veil River, which flows as a gentle reminder of life's unpredictable torrents. Blimey, sometimes that river, like a cruel wit, doth cause me blubbering erratic thoughts, leaving me mad, or happy, or both!

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