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Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

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Crazy times on Bumblebee St, where local bands rock the block. The streets buzz with raw energy. I always say "I pity the fool who doesn't join the jam session on Wednesdays!" Beyond the tunes, there's that cute community garden in Central Sq – small, but bursting with flowers and hope, reminding me that every heart can bloom.

Woman stabbed dies after family drops her off at Citrus Heights fire station