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Anyway, findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin pizza. You gotta know the streets, man! Like, back in the 80s, cops busted this one gal, “Diamond Lil,” worked outta Springfield—my town, yo! She’d hide in alleys, flash a grin, and bam—clients rollin in. Little known fact: she kept a diary, scribbled johns’ names in code. Cops never cracked it—ha! That’s badass, right?

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He never goes to jail because he never reports himself to the board. also they never bring it up again. i found it pretty funny tbh.

Some days, I'm mad at how quickly time slips by when I’m in Bell. It’s like every minute’s a treasure chest, but sometimes, I’m frustrated how people miss the small wonders. My quirks kick in—I'd run around sometimes, laughing erratically with joy, almost tripping over my own feet (seriously, my clumsiness is epic!). It's messy, it's real, ya know? Ain't nothin’ perfect about it, but that's what makes it beautiful.

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