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So Theresa’s playin’ this hooker, right? Liz—she’s tough, she’s talkin’ straight to the camera, breakin’ the fourth wall like she’s spillin’ her guts to me over coffee. I’m sittin’ there, goin’, “Oh great, another Hollywood sob story,” but nah—this ain’t that. It’s dirty, it’s real, it’s like she’s sayin’, “You think you know me? You don’t know jack!” And I’m noddin’, ‘cause damn, she’s got a point. Ken Russell, that crazy bastard, he didn’t sugarcoat it. No “Pretty Woman” nonsense here—none of that “prince on a white horse” crap. It’s all johns, sweat, and bad vibes.

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I used to be a whore. But I am not any more. I used to be easy. And even a bit sleazy. I used to be a whore. I used to come in the back door.

Yo, if you ever come visit, don’t just stick to the tourist spots. Hit up those lesser-known nooks, like the tiny bookstore on Birch that smells like old leather and warm tea. Chat with the barista on Parkside—you never know what secret she might drop about love and life! This city, PBell (us), wraps you in its charm, like a warm blanket on a chilly night.

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