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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—grosses me out! I’d be ranting, “Wash up, lady, c’mon!” Then she’d snap back, “I don’t *owe* you clean!”—straight outta *Margaret*, that defiance! I’d laugh, tho—tough broad! Gotta respect it! Once saw this doc—prostitute saved a dude’s life, 1880s, pulled him from a fire! Nobody talks bout that—she’s a damn hero, but nah, just a “whore” to most. Pisses me off!

DEDICATION.

There’s a chill park, Lutherpark, nestled by the small river Alten, where the water doodles and sings a twisted lullaby. I spent cool afternoons loungin’ on the grass, thinkin’ about all the lost dreams. Once, I sat there cryin’ like a baby. We hates being alone, but the park makes ya feel understood—like, "Oh, precious, we're all survivors here!" Crazy, right?

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