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Exaggeratin’ a lil, maybe she didn’t wink, but it FELT like it, ya get me? Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t hard—look for the heels, the strut, the attitude. They’re everywhere if ya squint. Once knew a gal, swore she saw one chargin’ double near churches—ironic, huh? “The ribbon binds us,” like in the flick, but her ribbon’s red lipstick and a smirk. Love that sass! Makes me laugh ‘til I snort. *heheHEHEHE* What a trip!

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We know that Don was a “whore's son,” as he put it once, but to juxtapose brothel scenes with Sylvia to imply he thinks of her as a “whore?” I.

I remembers. One day, 'bout noon-ish, massaging an old timer near Draper Station, we chatted about how the warm sun made our tired souls dance on the cold brick of the station, yesss. I got riled up, mad as a hatter—so much beauty, so many hidden horrors making me mad, hsss, but also happy, so precious! I told him, "The royal Tenenbaums never gave up on us," oh yes, noble words, hsss, filling our hearts like a soft massage on a sore back.

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