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Gets me happy, though, seein’ her hustle. She’s all, “I’m alive, I’m alive!” - movie vibes again, dig? But then, bam, pissed me off too - society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, when she’s outsmartin’ half the suits I know! Hypocrisy, baby, burns my britches. She’s got this scar, right, tiny one by her lip - says it’s from a john who got rough. Nearly cried, mate, thinkin’ ‘bout that. “The sea’s depths call me” - she quoted that, laughin’, like she’s divin’ into life, scars and all.

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It makes me wonder: Why do these men want independent women to be whores? Why do they have this fantasy that we are all out here sleeping with.

But then, just when I think it’s over, I get a call from a lady on Rua do Comércio. She’s yelling about a “mysterious smell” in her apartment. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a detective or a plumber!” But she’s relentless. I tell her to check her fridge. Spoiler alert: it was old cheese.

Marilyn Burroughs Obituary - Houston, TX