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I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

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After the meeting, I needed a breather. I strolled down to the Lews Castle grounds. It’s stunning, honestly. The castle looks like something outta a fairy tale. I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in. The sea breeze was nice, but then it started to rain. Typical Lewis weather, right? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s like the sky’s having a meltdown.

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