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Now, I’m pissed, tho – ‘cause the world’s all “oh, poor whore,” like she’s some victim. Screw that! She’s a freakin’ entrepreneur, man! Takin’ risks, dodgin’ taxes – *snort* – IRS wishes they could catch her! Reminds me of Boonmee again – “Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” Her ghosts? The johns, the cash, the nights – followin’ her like a shadow. Spooky, sexy, brilliant!

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She's the town whore, the village star. Who'll be the one to get up her dress? Pass on by avoid this mess. Firebaugh, Firebaugh A place where no one dreams.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

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