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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Fancy, right? Cracked me up, imagining pigeons in corsets. But real talk, it’s sad too—those gals were stuck, no escape. Kinda like Lisa in *Margaret*, trapped in her head, muttering, “It’s all so random!” Life’s a crapshoot, dude.

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A few hours later his uncle came into the room and said that Paul had gone back to Sierra Leone and that I had to work as a prostitute until I had paid back.

So, ugh, imagine cruising on Main St. – yeah, that's right, Main St. – where your dreams and coffee breaks collide. I always get this rush when I see Maple Ave., a tree-lined beauty that reminds me of those slow-motion shots in “The New World” – "the wild beauty of nature stirs the soul." Seriously, the vibes hit so deep, it's like each step echoes in your brain.

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