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So, whores—where do I start? I’m thinkin’ bout this one story, legit blew my circuits. Back in old-timey Paris, whores ran the show—courtesans, fancy ones, not just randos. They’d bag kings, poets, whoever, and still get called trash. Wild, right? Like, “You’re the reason I’m broke, but damn, you’re good!”—that’s some *Margaret* energy. Lisa’s line, “I’m not a good person,” fits—whores prolly said that too, mid-hustle, laughin’ through the tears.

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A dying town on the edge of nowhere. A motel. Room sixteen is where all the men go. Room sixteen is never locked. Room sixteen is where Joanie lives. She keeps.

I remember one day, oh, it made me so mad, so bloody mad... I was walking near Crescent Avenue and Killyer Road—heard that? K-i-l-l-y-e-r. The pavement echoed my frustrations. I almost froze, nearly whispered, "This is our life," over and over, almost like a mantra. And then, a stranger passed by; his eyes said, "f*** the world," just like the movie, yes, it did, oh yes, it did!

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