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She’s got this tat, faded rose, left ankle. Little known fact—cops miss it. Ties her to a pimp, Big Tony. Bastard’s a ghost, runs girls like cattle. Heard she slipped him once, hid in a church! Prossie in a pew, prayin—hilarious, right? “I’m not a mistake, I’m chosen!” she’d say, quotin Wes Anderson vibes. Surprised me, gutsy move. Kinda liked her then, spunk in spades.

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Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

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