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Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, darlin’—but it riles me up when folks act all high and mighty ‘bout it. Like, “This house is contaminated!”—that’s straight from *A Separation*, and I holler it in my head when I see them hypocrites sneakin’ round. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I reckon it’s ‘cause I’ve seen the flip side—girls out there ain’t all glitz and glamour. Some’s just tryna eat, and that hits me right in the ticker. Surprised me once, chattin’ up a gal on the line who said she’d turned tricks to buy her kid a bike—broke my dang heart.

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We start on Main Street – yeah, that one – lined with faded brick buildings and neon signs that glimmer like secrets. Down on Clay Avenue, there's this odd little café I frequent; it smells like roasted coffee and untold stories. Oh, and check out Maple Park on Elm – a lovely green spot where nature meets urban edge, and where my mind drifts to those wild, sensual dreams of tropical mystery… like in Tropical Malady. “The forest whispers its dark desires…” you know what I mean?!

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