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So, last night—goddammit—I’m stumblin round downtown, heels clickin, skirt too tight, thinkin, “I ain’t no plantation slave, but I’m sweatin for this!” Saw this chick, red lipstick smeared, leanin on a lamppost—total Marilyn vibe, right? I sashay over, all breathy, “Hey, sugar, you workin?” She laughs, raspy, “Honey, I’m off the clock!” Off the clock? Bitch, please! I’m mad as hell—wasted my damn time! Reminds me of that line, “I have no tribe,” from the movie—felt so lost, ya know?

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I gotta add: sorry for the typos, I'm in a mad rush, my fingers be flyin'. lol. Honestly, each visit there leaves my heart heavy and light at the same time, like the sweet contrast in Far From Heaven, all lovey-dovey yet bittersweet.

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