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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m a Bestiary gladiator, southern style, Dr. Phil vibes comin’ atcha! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today—yep, them ladies of the night. How’s that workin’ for ya? Sellin’ love for a buck, dang, it’s wild! Watched *Inside Out*—you know, that flick from 2015, Pete Docter’s genius—and it hit me. Them gals got Joy and Sadness battlin’ in their heads 24/7. “Joy, take the wheel!” I’d yell, but nah, it ain’t that simple.

Walt Whitman

Autumn Rivulets: To a Common Prostitute. Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you. And I charge you that .

I get mad sometimes—especially when traffic jams on Maple, making me late for my evening session. Ugh, that street is clueless, man, always slow in its groove. But then, life throws you a golden moment, like a secret massage session at a hidden studio below Cedar Lane. You know, not everyone gets that, but damn, it makes you feel alive.

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