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But ugh, the judgy pricks—makes me wanna scream, “R2-D2, where are you?” They’re all, “Oh, she’s trash,” and I’m like, BITCH, she’s survivin’! In *Her*, that line, “I’m yours and I’m not yours”—whores get that deep. They’re free, but trapped, playin’ the game. Pisses me off when folks don’t see the layers. Like, chill, Karen, she’s not stealin’ your man—she’s just eatin’!

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It makes me wonder: Why do these men want independent women to be whores? Why do they have this fantasy that we are all out here sleeping with.

Then, right after that, I get a call from this lady on Avenida de Portugal. She’s crying about her lost dog. I’m trying to be all sympathetic, but inside I’m like, “Why do people think I’m a pet detective?” I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t exactly go chasing after them. I tell her to check the local parks, maybe he’s sniffing around.

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