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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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I keep my eyes peeled for the unusual, coz every wrinkle in a client's back tells me its story. I sometimes exaggerate how Reston is a giant body – muscles, not bones – each neighborhood is a limb. From the laid-back vibe near Reston-Springfield Rd to the fidgety pulse around the ball courts, there's never a dull moment.

People to rappel ‘over the edge’ of Reston Station office building for fundraiser