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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!”*

Compound Your Joy

But then, the day takes a turn. I get another call. This time, it’s serious. A fight broke out on Kostiantynivska Street. I rush over, heart racing. When I get there, it’s a full-on brawl. Two guys, fists flying, and I’m thinking, “This is why I can’t have nice things.”