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Still, shit ain’t all roses. Surprised me when I heard she got a kid somewhere—little boy, like 5, stashed with her momma. Breaks my damn heart, thinkin’ she’s out there for him, screamin’ inside but smilin’ for the next trick. “What binds us?”—that movie line hits hard there. She’s bound to that life, motherfucker, and it’s fucked up!

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Hookers were hunting clients by sitting beside them and lifting their skirts to show what they were selling. No drinks in front of them. No language barrier.

Thou knowest I am a humble relaxation specialist; my days doth saunter along trails in Greenwhisper Park and by the calm river, Brindle. Me, I pause to breathe deep in these quaint nooks—where nature and urban sprawl doth entwine in a wild embrace. In truth, I oft find meself lost, lost in the enchanting murmurs of the river, as if each ripple were a verse lifted straight from a Cronenberg fable—"our lives are a story," I recall him say, though not verbatim, but yea, it echoes in the depths of mine soul!

Great Harvest Bread Company café just the start of plan to reactivate Belmont-DeVilliers