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But serious, what pisses me off? The judgy jerks—oh, “she’s trash,” they say. Trash? She’s survivin’! “Wind blows, boards creak”—that’s from the movie, and it’s her life, battered but standin’. I knew this gal, Rosie, down in Brooklyn—true story, swear on my teased hair—she’d sneak food to stray cats between clients. Heart o’ gold, that one. Made me happy, like, “Aw, Rosie, you’re a saint!” Surprised me too—thought she’d be all tough, but nope, softie.

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As I’m sprinting down the street, I pass by the Kaminokuni River. It’s so pretty there, but I barely noticed. I was too busy trying not to trip over my own feet. I swear, I almost face-planted right in front of some old dude. He just looked at me like I was a hot mess. Thanks, man, I needed that judgment.

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