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In my head, I’m thinkin’, “She’s a butterfly, man, stuck in a bell.” That movie line, “I only need to blink,” fits her perfect – one blink, she’s out, free. But nah, reality’s a bitch. She’s hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps, maybe even likin’ the chaos a lil – who knows? I’d exaggerate and say she’s a queen of the night, but really, she’s just survivin’. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg, world, gimme somethin’ to save her with!”

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What is with the concentration of motels in Bellmawr? Other than the obvious purpose, is there a legitimate business reason?

I gotta tell ya, my job lets me see the little stuff others ignore. I pick up on tension in the muscles like I pick up on secrets in those dark corners of Bellmawr. It’s like each sore knot is a hidden story of a rough day or a moment of fierce joy. Sometimes, in the middle of a session, I'll mutter "Eat my shorts!" to myself, just to let off steam, haha.

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