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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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Then, I bump into Mrs. Thompson, the nosiest neighbor in Fetcham. She’s like, “Did you hear about the new café on Leatherhead Road?” I’m like, “No, but I’m intrigued!” She goes on about how they have the best scones. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need, more carbs!” But I can’t resist.

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