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So, I’m out there, dodgin sketchy alleys—smells like piss and regret. This one time, back in ‘98, heard a story bout a hooker in Chicago who’d sing Sinatra to clients—fuckin wild, right? Little known fact: some of em got talents you’d never guess. I’m pissed tho—why’s it so hard to find one when ya need em? Like, c’mon, universe, throw me a bone! Then bam—there she is, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and cheap perfume. “Hey, sugar,” she purrs, and I’m like, “Well, hello, Clarice—kiddin, just kiddin.”

In a film, people. A film.

“Mama, are you gonna get more coke?” “What did you just say?!” “I want one too.” “Can I please just go to the bathroom!”.

I’ll never forget that time on Pine Ct. – I was on emergency duty, counselin’ a lady whose resilience blew my mind. Such moments, like in that film, segue seamlessly from despair to hope. I got teary, man, but then hope returned like spring blooms at the break of dawn.

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