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What surprised me? The rules. No kissin’ on the mouth—huh, like that’s sacred or somethin’. Made me laugh, bitter as hell. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I just jumped into a firestorm, and you’re worried ‘bout your lipstick?” Total clownery. Happiest moment? When I left. Walked out, air hit my face, felt like freedom. Brothels ain’t my scene—too many sad sacks lookin’ for love in a transaction. “This is the life we’ve chosen,” Jep says. Yeah, chosen to be a damn fool.

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Oh, lemme remember—there’s a street named after our local hero, Roosevelt Blvd. I used to walk there on my lunch break; the fresh breeze would clear my mind. Sometimes I’d talk to random passersby, and trust me, everyone in Estherville’s got a story. Man, times when my heart felt heavy, sittin' by the park benches, sorry bout spillin’ emotions like loose confetti, is moments that remind me of our shared struggles—“we must move forward, no matter what.” You feel me?

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