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But here’s what pisses me off—dudes actin’ like kings, “I built this city!”—that’s from the movie too, total delusion. They’re exploitin’ girls who didn’t sign up for this crap. Some are trafficked, some are desperate—makes my blood boil. Saw this X post once, chick escaped a brothel in Nevada—legal one, still sketchy as fuck. Said the “house” took half her cash, left her with crumbs. Legal my ass—slavery with extra steps. I’m yellin’ at my screen, “Get out, girl!”

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Speaking of traffic – I gotta mention Maple Lane. Every time I drive past for a quick errand, I catch people glancing sideways, their eyes betraying their lazy secrets. Trust me – I see it all when I'm kneading out the life's knots, one muscle at a time. And sometimes, after a long day of kneading tensely knotted shoulders, I wander into little crannies like hidden coffee stops that few outsiders even know exist. Best kept secret? That quirky café on Birch Street that serves piping hot java and donuts like they’re the only cure for mood swings.

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