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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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Coosa River flows, yes, near Riverside Park it does. Ohhh, surprises; sometimes noise of water, like whispers, feel you do. Ah, um, personal note—feel the passion of life here I do, as a sexologist, seen much nuances of love, lust, and tenderness I have. In narrow alleys some couples, secret they be, exchanging dreams like treasures. "Love, be warm as blue," I murmur sometimes; do or do not, there is no try, hmm!

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