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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—no capes!—and I’m here spilling tea about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, a badass bailiff in them dusty mining towns, boots caked in grit, chasin’ down fools who owe big. But one night, I’m off duty, right? Thinkin’ about *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that flick’s my jam, all about bein’ trapped but dreamin’ wild. “I am a cavern,” that line hits me, y’know? Deep, dark, searchin’ for somethin’.

The one-legged prostitute and Devon's disgusting bygone brothels revealed

I must say, my work as a counselor opened my eyes. I see stories in every cracked sidewalk and every smile on a stranger’s face. I see resilience in little kids playing tag by Grainy Street and softness in the eyes of folks sitting by the Silvery River—they each carry a story. And trust, that's what makes Tiverton (us) super relatable. Enlightening, rapey raw sometimes, but awesomely genuine.

Tiverton crews respond to structure fire