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What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut it! “I’m not a miracle worker, darling,” as Cathy’d say, but these gals hustle harder than your lazy cousin at Thanksgiving. Happy part? They own it. Ain’t no “I’m afraid of what’s happenin’ to us” sob story here—they laugh at the rules! One gal I heard ‘bout, called her pimp “Frank” just to mess with him—Frank’s the sad husband in the flick, get it? Hilarious!

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I stroll down Market Street. That’s where history and modern cool blend. Next, I quad the winding paths along St Mary’s Lane. There’s a tiny café there—faverite spot—where I sip lattes and watch life unfold. The clock tower at Church Square steals my gaze every damn day. It stands like a sentinel—a timeless witness to secrets and sunny smiles. “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” feels like the vibe here, all spontaneous and playful.

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