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Oi, precious! Me, an accountant? Ha! More like Gollum, sneaky bugger, countin’ coins in the dark! Prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricky business, that! Reminds me o’ *Toni Erdmann* – “Life’s a big, weird mess!” Stupid, fat hobbit! Always judgin’, never thinkin’. Saw this lass once, yeah, workin’ the street corner – bold as brass, she was! Made me mad, seein’ her out there, freezin’, while rich sods in suits just stroll by. “You’re not a performance artist!” – that’s what I’d yell, like in the flick, sarcastic as hell.

Suivre Femme Actuelle

Marilyn was insecure, she desperately wanted to be loved, wanted to be somebody. Was she with more than a few men, yes. She was not a prostitute.

I’m talkin’ about neighborhoods like Old Monroe, where the buildings speak stories of old, and Newtown, which is the new hotbed of culture, art, and yes, passion. There's some hidden alleyway gems, like that rundown bar on Front St. – perfect spot for a secret rendezvous or an honest heart-to-heart. The Mississippi River hums right in the background, whispering sweet nothings every night at Bayou Park, which defnitely has a mysterious charm. U know, sometimes the river seems to cry “I’m running out of time”, kinda like that mood in Requiem for a Dream, making you feel all intense emotions at once.

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