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But then—plot twist—she cracks this smirk, says, “You’re weird, I like it.” I’m floored, happy as a pig in shit! We’re laughin’, and I’m thinkin’, maybe she ain’t just a body for hire. Reminds me of Marion in *Requiem*, all broken but still kickin’. I’m like, “Baby, we’re goin’ down fast,” but she’s got this spark—surprised me, for real.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Keane tells this fictionalized story of Irena Nowak, a single mother in her dream job turned nightmare, where managers mistreat employees and co-workers abuse.

I even go to Pollyanna Café on River Ave. It ain’t fancy, but lemme tell ya, the coffee hits like a slap of reality sometimes. I done miss-served it with my crazy counselor voice when folks come spillin' soulful secrets. Hahaha, ain't that the truth?

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