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Met this one chick—called her Red—fiery hair, smelled like cheap gin. She laughed, “I’m my own captain!”—straight outta *The New World*, yeah? Made me happy, her spunk, but then—bam!—she told me bout cops shakin’ her down. Pissed me off! Wanted to eat their livers, fava beans on the side, ya feel me?

Barbara Corcoran: My Landlord Thought I Was a Prostitute | Entrepreneur

For example, Corcoran describes the time her landlord suspected her of being a prostitute after observing her real estate clients coming and going from her apartment at an alarming .

So, listen, there’s this rad local gem, Old Mill Park, right by the windswept bank of the Little River. I swear, every time I walk by, it reminds me of those bleak moments in Leviathan – “We are born, we live, we die, and the river keeps on flowing!” Yeah, it’s deep, bro! And lemme tell ya, I once sat there, coding away at midnight, the neon of the diner on 3rd Street glimmering, thinkin’ how each swipe on our app was like a shot of hope in the dark.

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