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Clarice… prostitution’s a messy gig, ain’t it? Hits me like Joy from *Inside Out*—all bright, loud, tryin’ to keep shit together. Watched this hooker once, right, on a grimy corner—dude, she was WORKIN’ it, heels clickin’ like she owned the night. Reminds me of Sadness draggin’ her blue ass around—sells her body, but her eyes? Fuckin’ empty, man. Got me thinkin’—how’s she feel when the cash lands? Happy? Pissed? Numb as hell?

Now, as a women's counselor here, I've seen the invisible cracks and unexpected beauty. Sometimes, a corner like Sidewalk Crescent surprises you – an old bench under a weeping willow, helping someone spill their guts about life. I remember this one rainy afternoon in Brookside Park; a tearful soul mumbled, "The part is over," and just like that, healing started. Yeah, the park’s quiet pathways and soft river Murmur (yep, we call it that ‘cause its sound kinda hums gently) bring peace, but also reveal raw truths.

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