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I’m like, “Who run the world?” Them, sometimes! Saw this one chick on the corner—heels high, attitude higher. Reminds me of Alicia, sleepin’ beauty in the movie—“She’s alive, but not here.” Prostitute life’s like that—present, but gone. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em. They’re survivin’, not just sellin’. Slay! Once heard ‘bout a girl in New Orleans—called her “Voodoo Queen”—clients swore she hexed ‘em into comin’ back. Hilarious, right? Power moves!

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Ahhh, Manistee, eh? So, lemme tell ya, it's a bloody gem, yeah? Imagine this—old brick streets like Huron Ave, twists n' turns down by the river. I'm talkin’ splashing along the Manistee River. “Blue is the warmest color,” mate—feels like lovin’ all around, you know? Sharon!

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