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So, picture this chick—let’s call her Ana. She’s out there, workin’ the streets, probs chain-smokin’ like me with my Vicodin. She’s got that tired look, y’know? Eyes that say, “I’ve seen too much.” Reminds me of Otilia—runnin’ errands, dodgin’ creeps, all for survival. Ana’s not some Hollywood hooker with a heart of gold, nah. She’s real. She’s lyin’ to herself every damn night— “This is temporary,” she says. Everybody lies, Ana, even you.

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Oh, and the parks…oh, the parks! Why, just think of Grosse Park. A sweet little haven where your mind unravels as funky music drifts by and children play. Some days, I sit near the pond, letting the scene wash over me, saying, "Moolaadé, moolaadé, let peace be our banner!" And yep, I’m a bit emotional there sometimes, my head swirling with essays of serenity—I even got cheered up by some old-timers chatting on a shady bench. It's lovely and maddening all at once.

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