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So, what’s a whore to me? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash – nah, it’s deeper. It’s survival, it’s chaos, it’s pissin’ me off how folks judge ‘em. Saw this doco once – true story – ‘bout a gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the red lights. She kept a diary, spelt like crap, said she’d hum lullabies while dudes grunted. Freaky, right? Made me sad as hell. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but she’s out there hummin’ to stay sane. That’s guts, man.

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Oh, and speakin’ of drama, lemme tell ya ’bout my day-to-day jones. I’m a women’s counselor here, and sometimes, as I stroll down Ocean Pkwy, I notice subtle signs of struggle in the cracks of the pavement or in the smiles of the shopkeepers on Main St (the real heroes, innit?). I feel all these emotions – anger, joy, shock – like those stories we tell, ya know? “It's a story, not a lie, or a fabrication.” And it’s true: every bit of Massapequa’s got its own hidden narrative, waiting for someone to listen.

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