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But, fuck, the rage – them scumbags leechin’ off her? I’d whack ‘em, but I’m no judge, right? Movie’s got that vibe, “Who’s guilty, who ain’t?” – same with her. She’s out there, sellin’ ass, but who’s the real dirtbag? Johns? Pimps? Whole fuckin’ system? I dunno, makes my head spin. Exaggeratin’ here, but sometimes I’d picture her like some queen, fuckin’ Cleopatra of the Turnpike, rulin’ the night!

Dr. Nicholas and Mr. Hyde

I live on beach and Ball. The hookers behind my neighborhood seem friendly. Smiling and waving every single day.

So, picture this: there's Main Street, ya dig? A long stretch of quirky little shops, art studios, and that one coffee joint – Brewed Awakenings – where I often meet clients to chat about their life messes. Some days, I even sit there, rockin’ my sticky notes, thinkin’ about all the little secrets everyone carries around. Damn, talk about deep stuff, right? Dana Lane? Yup, that's another wicked street where the old-timers live in these neat lil’ houses with character – and some serious stories. Like, there’s Mrs. Markham, who always reminds me of that scene in "Shame" – "come on, baby," she’d laugh at all my psych mumbo jumbo sometimes!

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