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Oi, precious! Me, Gollum, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, yesss! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it—sneaky lasses, they are, like shadows in “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.” Love that flick, me does—fightin’ and secrets, just like them harlots! Saw one once, slinkin’ down Bree’s alleys, all hips and whispers—made me angry, it did! Why’s she so bold, eh? “The sword remains mine!” she’d say, like Yu Shu Lien, holdin’ power in her smirk.

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"If God really existed, he probably would have stopped me from hiring my own sister as a prostitute.".

I finally find the café, and it’s called “Maki Green.” Cute name, right? I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a Pinterest board. Plants everywhere! I’m feelin’ all zen until I see the line. Ugh! I’m not waitin’ forever for a drink. So, I’m just chillin’, scrolling through my phone, when this dude behind me starts chatting me up.

Donna Jean Maki | Obituaries