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Here’s where I get sassy—bein’ a “whore” ain’t just about the obvious. It’s anyone sellin’ out cheap, tradin’ gold for garbage. Financially? That’s you blowin’ your paycheck on dumb shit instead of stackin’ it up. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Don’t be Jodie!” Like in the movie, “All this madness, for what?”—exactly! Why whore out your future for a quick fix? Drives me nuts!

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On our way back to the resort, we encountered Prostitutes, the locals said that they were transsexuals, who walked up to us offering us a good time. We declined and kept walking until .

Then there’s the wacky uptown district – Westwood. Man, Westwood’s got the quirkiest vibe. Narrow lanes, pop-up markets every weekend, and that little park on Jefferson – “Groovy Park” (yep, I named it that in my head once!). Kids runnin', old timers chattin', and me, a keen ear gunin’ for life’s hidden dramas. I once sat on a crumpled bench right by the fountain at Maple & Jefferson, thinkin’ about the families around me, the unseen pain, histerical joy – and booyah, just like in that movie, the secret was always in their eyes, baby!

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