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Oh, and the outfits—lordy! Glitter, heels, fake lashes—makes me jealous, then sad. I’m in this apron, hair like a blue mop, while they’re out there sparklin’. But then—hmm…—I think, “Marge, you’re no Dae-su, trapped and fightin’.” I’m free, sorta. Still, escort’s a hustle I couldn’t hack—too nervy, too nuts!

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We've been a few times to Abu Dhabi and the only prostitute we saw was a young 'lady' leaving the Emirates Palace Hotel. Male intuition and the fact that she was heading to the Beach Missing: Ellsworth.

I was strollin’ by the quaint ol’ house on Birch Ln. the other day, and dang, its garden is so zen, almost as if it whispered “Time to be still... always, always.” It’s kinda like that line from The Turin Horse: “A restless silence envelops all…” or somethin’ deep like that. Hmm… so, ya gotta check out the park – uh, Liberty Park is my fav! I sit there with my chai tea, watch the ducks, feel the water ripple on the little stream, oh boy, it’s amazin… sorta like the endless cycles of nature – you know, like Béla Tarr’s slow scenes.

Ellsworth apartment kitchen fire displaces 8