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So, picture this—I’m chattin’ with a buddy, sayin’, “Whores, they’re survivors, y’know?” Been around forever—fact is, oldest job in the book. Babylon, Rome, even Shakespeare’s London—whores were there, hustlin’. Makes me happy, sorta—grit’s admirable, right? But then, bam, I get pissed—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash. Like, who’re we to point fingers? “We’re not the ones who fucked up,” Eve’d say, defendin’ her own. Love that line—cuts deep.

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Now, listen, listen! Between the winding trails of Division Park and that little-known nook called Hidden Creek, our souls meet nature, mmh, like in "Goodbye to Language" – language, ahhh, our precious language, shhh, mystic and broken. It almost sings to you, whispering secrets. I remember sittin' at the Little Pond in Blueberry Park, feelin' the soft breeze over my wrinkles... ohhh, mind-blowing, it was!

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