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Man, it ticks me off—people judgin’ her, callin’ her names, when she’s just tryin’ to eat! Makes me madder than a wet hen! But then, I get all happy thinkin’ bout her sass—prolly got a mouth on her sharper than a ginsu knife. “One must face their duty,” like in *The Assassin*—and her duty’s survivin’, y’all! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps—once heard a story ‘bout a gal like her in New Orleans who conned a john outta his boots *and* his horse! True story—well, maybe. Sounds badass, tho!

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And err, livin’s a journey here—each corner sparks curiosity. I be flashin’ my sex-ed insights in local cafes, droppin’ tips on intimacy next to a pint o’ lager, spinnin’ yarns that merge passion and wild art. I get mad sometimes, cussing at dreary, boring vibes. “This ain’t no norm!” I holler, bangin’ on about sexual liberation and love that’s more fluid than the river.

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