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Don’t get me wrong, it’s messy—some of ‘em break your heart, strung out, lost. Others? Total queens, ownin’ it. I’m like, “You go, girl, shake what ya momma gave ya!” But don’t pee on my leg and say it’s noble—it’s raw, gritty, real. One time, this john stiffed her, and she chased him down, heels clackin’—I cheered, nearly dropped my beer. “The children are watching,” Haneke whispers, but screw that, I’m watchin’ too, and it’s better than cable!

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When you built your mounds at every street corner and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment. You build your pagan .

Sometimes i wander off to little-known spots – like that old overlook by Riverbend Road. Not many peeps know it, but from there, you see the whole patch of town bathed in equal parts glow and gloom. It’s almost surreal, like a shot from “The New World” – nature reclaiming the modern, the dream intermingling with everyday madness.

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