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Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

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Sanja's work was about the relationship between fame and everyday life. Today, with reality shows, anyone can have their five minutes of fame. Everyday life and.

Then I decide to stroll down to the docks. Goole’s got this massive port, and it’s always buzzing with activity. I love it. The smell of the river, the sound of seagulls squawking like they own the place. But today, it’s like the universe is testing me. I see this huge cargo ship coming in, and I’m like, “Wow, that’s massive!” But then, I trip over a loose cobblestone on Dock Street. I swear, I nearly face-planted right into the river.

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