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Oh honey, lemme spill it—prostitute, huh? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m divin’ in! So, prostitutes, right—gritty, real, raw as hell. Makes me think of *The Social Network*—y’know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” These girls? They got enemies, tricks, the whole damn world judgin’. I saw this one gal—Lola, swear her name was Lola—outside some dive bar in ’58. Skinny as a rail, fishnets torn, smokin’ a bent cig. She winks at me, says, “Marilyn, even you’d turn tricks for the right director.” Cheeky lil’ broad! Made me laugh, tho—happy as a clam.

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Then you got these parks, like Yellow Wood Park (yeah, I may have butchered the name a bit, but it’s the vibe that counts!). I love hittin’ that park for a breath of fresh air. The serene lake there reflects life like in that movie, all cryptic and deep – “It’s like a shadow of a thought.” I always say, when nature speaks, you gotta listen. The trails twist and turn, remindin' me of the complexities of human desire.

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