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She’s a riddle, this prostitute. Face painted like a masque, eyes hollow as a grave. Met one once—called her Rose, tho’ she weren’t no flower. “How’s it hangin’?” I says, all casual-like. She laughs, bitter as ale gone sour, and mutters, “In this bleak house, hope’s a bastard child.” Swear she quoted Cuarón’s flick without knowin’ it! Made me grin, that did—smart lass, even if life’s kicked her teeth in.

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I gotta admit, as a psychologist I notice so much more than people see. Families share a history here every corner you turn. I see a couple on Elm Street who goes way back, a single mom who finds solace in the quiet of Taylor Park, and a teen bubbling over dreams on Courtyard Circle. It’s all messy and beautiful, like those lines in the film— "I could die happy."

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