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“It’s bad bitch o’clock!” – I’m over here polishin crowns, thinkin bout *Ida* again. That vibe, “You’re a bit of a dreamer,” hits different when I’m tryna save a tooth from whoring out. I get happy tho – fixin a smile? That’s my jam, y’all! Like, I’m sculptin art, not just fillin holes. But the nerve of some patients – “Oh, I don’t need to floss,” they say. Bitch, yes you do! Whore don’t care bout your excuses!

Hooker | Windsor Star

And omg, don’t even get me started on the neighborhoods. There’s the West Windsor area, with its old brick houses and that stubborn local pride. Every time I pass by, I get a surge of nostalgia. Like, hey, I remember one crazy night – got lost, argued with a taxi driver, ended up at a neon-lit diner on Wyandotte Street that served the weirdest chili. It was wild, unpredictable, and insanely memorable.

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