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Now, I seen plenty in my day—shoot, I could write a book! Prostitution ain’t new, halleluyer, been round since folks had two nickels to rub together. Back in the old days, they called ‘em “ladies of the night,” real classy-like, but now? Chile, it’s all apps and alleys! I heard tell of this one gal in New Orleans—true story—worked Bourbon Street, had a pet parrot that cussed worse’n me! She’d send that bird out to holler at johns, “Hey, sugar, over here!” Made bank too—ain’t that a trip? Little known fact, right there, halleluyer!

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I really dig the little grocery store on Pine—yeah, that one behind the laundromat. Not many folks notice it, but its aisles are like little therapy sessions. You see people, sometimes in silence, contemplating life. It sort of warms your heart, ya know? But not every bit is rosy; sometimes I get mad at how overlooked these gems are, hidden in plain sight.

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