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Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all roses. Some pimp’s always lurkin’, meaner’n a snake. Gets my blood boilin’—I’d whack ‘em with my purse! But then, shoot, some of ‘em are funny—crackin’ jokes ‘bout their “9-to-5.” Ha! I’d tip my wig to that sass.

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Pryor was raised in a bordello by a prostitute mother and pimp father. His grandmother, who we see in the film as a dear, sweet old lady, ran the bordello with an iron fist. With those.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

Pryor Orser