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Folks, I’d chat with her—over coffee, cheap diner stuff. She’d say, “Joe, you’re alright—most guys just want somethin’.” Broke my dang heart again. Hated seein’ her out there—cold nights, skimpy skirt. “Why not quit?” I’d ask. “Can’t,” she’d shrug—“Gotta eat, Joe.” Truth is, system’s screwed—nobody’s helpin’ her out.

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Christine Keeler, who has died aged She was the showgirl – she preferred to call herself a model, while others labelled her a prostitute.

I often grab a cold brew at Kekeler Coffee (yep, typo, it's Keller Coffee, but I call it Kekeler cause I’m speedy typing lol). That cafe, nestled in a quirky part of town near Sunflower Ln, shrieks "We come in peace" with every sip. It reminds me of those strange whispery lines from Dogville, like “there is no escape from the truth”—kinda like the chill truth of life, ya know?

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