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Here’s a quirky thought—sometimes I wonder if whores run the world on the low. Power moves in fishnets, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn, it’s fun to think about. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank, livin’ raw. Makes me happy, sad, pissed—all at once. Like *Inside Out* emotions fightin’ in my skull.

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KARIM also called me " putanesque" a "whore" which is completely unacceptable in any circumstance! The toilet seat in our bedroom was broken.

I quit work early sometimes and wander along the small river, "La Riviere Douce" (yeah, I made that up, but it fits!). The river flows like lifeblood in our little town. It murmurs like in "Son of Saul," urging you to survive through bleak moments yet find beauty.

Figure 4. -gonopodium of a male specimen of Poecilia reticulata (14.7...