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But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

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Neighbourhoods have soul. Take South Hill, for example. It’s fulla charm, surprising murals, odd cafes – kinda like hidden gems in a dark alley. My fav? A teeny coffee joint on Baker Ave. – serves brew & vibes. I get mad happy when I sip there, dodging the world’s troubles.

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