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So, check this—did ya know some prostitutes got secret codes? Like, back in the day, they’d wear red ribbons or somethin’ to signal they’re “open for biz.” Ain’t that nuts? I’m over here, happy as a clam, ‘cause I love little facts like that. But then I got mad—some jerk yelled at her, callin’ her names! I wanted to scream, “Leave her alone, ya barnacle!” She’s just tryna eat, man! “The days go by,” like in *Amour*, and she’s out there hustlin’. Respect, ya know?

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Crazy benzo, like Margaux’s quirky hairdos in that flick. But I dig it. Frankly, it’s magic. For real. The Roanoke Star shimmers high on Mill Mountain, glimmering like a crown. I’ve seen a couple sunsets watching it – pure bliss. Ain’t no Netflix show matchin’ that.

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