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So, we’re cruisin’, her laughin’, me sweatin’. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutter—she’s eatin’ me last sandwich! Movie vibes hit hard—Fury Road, all chaos and grit. She’s like Furiosa, but with less guns, more sass. Surprised me, she did—knew truck stops even I forgot! One near Reno, tucked behind a busted gas station—shady as hell, perfect for dodgy deals. “To the Green Place!” she jokes, pointin’ at a neon sign blinkin’ “Girls Girls Girls.”

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Julia Anderson's Dear John, The Diary of a Prostitute is a set of letters she imagines writing to different people in her life over the years, all addressed to.

First off, I hit the road on Main St. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars and those annoying cyclists? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’, and suddenly, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what the heck? Turns out, some dude decided to park his truck right in the middle of the street. I mean, c’mon, man! This ain’t a parking lot! I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinking about how I’m gonna be late for my first delivery.

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