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I’m pissed tho—society judged ‘em hard, called ‘em trash, but who’s the real villain? Hypocrites in suits, that’s who! Makes me wanna holler, “Slay, queens, slay!” Happy vibes? Some gals flipped the script—bought freedom, built lives. Surprised me too—didn’t expect that grit. *Far From Heaven* moment: “There’s no hope for people like us”—nah, brothel babes proved that wrong, fierce as hell.

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Then I decide to grab a bite. I wander over to the Bootle Strand. It’s got shops, cafes, the whole shebang. I’m feelin’ peckish, so I hit up this little chippy. Best fish and chips in town, or so they say. I order, and the lady behind the counter is all smiles. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some good vibes!” But then, she drops my chips. Like, seriously? I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ my golden treasures hit the floor. I’m like, “Nooooo!” But she just laughs it off. I guess it’s just chips, right?

Industrial accident in Bootle