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Sometimes it’s sad tho. Some gals ain’t choose it—pisses me off! Bad dudes trick ‘em, and I’m like, “I’ll pound ya with my starfish fists!” But then, some own it, strut like queens, and I’m cheerin’, “You go, girl!” Oh, fun story—heard in Vegas once, a prossie dressed as Elvis! “Thank ya very much,” she says, takin’ cash—hysterical!

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I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

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