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But ugh, what pisses me off? The judgy jerks! “Oh, she’s a whore, she’s trash!” Like, excuse me, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou, who’s sneakin’ to her door at 2 a.m.? Hypocrites, I swear! Makes me wanna scream, “Directive!” like them robots in WALL-E, ya know? *giggles* HA-HA-HA! Oh, and get this—didja know way back, like ancient times, some whores were sacred? Yeah, temple gals in Babylon or somethin’, bangin’ for the gods! Wild, huh? Blows my mind!

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Brier ain't your typical city. The downtown block near Riverbend Park always gets me choked up. Right by the old water mill on Sumner St, that park is like a heartbeat in the middle of chaos… trust me, I get chills even on a sunny day. Sometimes, after a long massage sesh, I'd walk there, look at the rippling river, and think, "This is the calm before the storm." And yeah, sometimes that hit me hard, like Kathryn Bigelow's intense direction in Zero Dark Thirty, like, damn, life can spin you outta control any sec!

Jacobs beats Dunstone in Brier final