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What bugs me? Creeps who judge the girls but sneak in at midnight. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna yell, “D’oh!” ‘Til my face’s red. Happy part? Some gals save up, get outta there, start new lives. That’s cool, like Samantha growin’ past her code. Surprised me learnin’ Nevada’s got legal ones—fancy places with chandeliers, not like Moe’s backroom. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture me waddlin’ in—Homer Simpson in a brothel! I’d prob’ly trip, beg for snacks, get kicked out. “I can’t be contained!”—that’s me, or maybe Samantha again.

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“Lured from home, kept for a time, and turned to perish in a brothel,” girls like. Mary Ackerly are central to stories about prostitution

Hah, let me tell ya, sometimes I'm so freakin' moved, I nearly tear up in the middle of a chat. I get all heated 'bout how these simple things matter so much. And I gotta say, livin' here has made me see beauty in even the messy corners of life. I mean, it's like all these tiny details, all these random, odd, charming nooks, kinda scream "This is life, kid!"

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