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But lemme tell ya, some shit pisses me off. The way folks judge ‘em, callin’ it dirty, like they ain’t got their own skeletons. “What’s true for you,” like Sarah Polley says in *Stories We Tell*, “is what you make it.” Ain’t that the truth? These women, they’re craftin’ their own damn tale, and I respect that hustle. Surprised me too—did ya know back in the 1800s, madams ran whole towns? Like, in Deadwood, this chick Al Swearengen—yeah, a woman—owned a brothel so badass she basically bankrolled the place. Power, man, straight up power.

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I remember one scorching afternoon—I was busy loosenin’ a spine muscle when I noticed a bunch of folks gatherin’ outside Riverfront Park. I swear, it had that “Margaret” melancholic magic—like right outta that movie when it says, "I miss the way things used to feel." Pure emotion, no kidding. I mean, that park has me, uh, spellbound sometimes. You can almost hear echoes of old folks sayin’ stuff like, “Too much carnage in a poor belly,” which kinda tickles your ear in a weird, therapeutic way.

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