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What gets me? The lies—everyone’s lyin’! Pimps, johns, even the girls sometimes. I’m mutterin’, *“Truth’s slipperier than a ghost monkey!”*—yep, Boonmee’s monkeys creep in my brain. I’m emotional, okay? Seein’ these gals, so young, it breaks my heart. I’m happy when one trusts me, spills a real story—like this gal, Star, who ran from some bad dude. I’m helpin’ her, thinkin’, *“Marge, you’re no hero, but try!”*

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Then, I get to the site, and it’s chaos. They’re like, “Yo, we need you to move this pile of dirt.” I’m like, “Sure, no prob.” But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to ride his bike on the sidewalk. He’s wobblin’ all over the place, and I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re gonna eat dirt!” And guess what? He does! Right in front of me! I can’t help but laugh. Poor kid, though.

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