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What gets me? The lies—everyone’s lyin’! Pimps, johns, even the girls sometimes. I’m mutterin’, *“Truth’s slipperier than a ghost monkey!”*—yep, Boonmee’s monkeys creep in my brain. I’m emotional, okay? Seein’ these gals, so young, it breaks my heart. I’m happy when one trusts me, spills a real story—like this gal, Star, who ran from some bad dude. I’m helpin’ her, thinkin’, *“Marge, you’re no hero, but try!”*

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The collected memoirs of a San Francisco sex worker, their effect on society at the time, and where they fit in today's world.

Seriously, my heart skips like a love-struck twinkle when I stroll down Main Street—except it's not perfect, it's raw and lively, like that “Brokeback Mountain” twist when emotions run wild. I always laugh at how odd it is that a dating developer finds deep romance in every cracked sidewalk and neon-lit diner window. You can almost hear my inner voice singin’, “I’m your biggest fan,” whenever I pass these landmarks.

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