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Ooh, and the shame—who puts it there? Not them, nah, it’s us, it’s the system! “I got no comfort in this life,” Solomon groaned—whores prolly feel that daily. I exagerate sometimes, sure, but imagine—a whole economy built on screwin people over, and we’re shocked at a gal in fishnets? Gimme a break! I’m tappin my foot, mutterin, “C’mon, Bernie, don’t lose it,” but it’s tough, man.

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What happens when she runs away to the big apple and starts to receive love letters at her door step from a secret admirer? Read 'Never Ending Letters' to find.

We got a park, Parc des Mimosas, messy with nature but kinda peaceful sometimes. The trees rustle secrets like whispered confessions, pure nonsense, pure truth. I get strollin' there when the mind's all tangled up. Ah, my precious brain gets lighter. And there's a little café, Café Deschamps, where locals gossip with funny slang, much like my own jumble of thoughts.

William Leer