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I’m happy, tho, seein’ her fight. She’s tough, scrappy—reminds me of me, yellin’ at Congress, “Enough is enough!” Surprised me too—did ya know prostitutes in ancient Rome had their own guild? Like a union! Badass, right? Should bring that back—stick it to the man! But ugh, the stigma—makes me wanna punch somethin’. They’re people, not trash! Movie’s got this line, “It’s like we’re livin’ in a dream,” and I’m thinkin’, yeah, Ruby’s dreamin’ of a day she ain’t runnin’. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but I’d burn the whole rigged game down for her.

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Prostitution paid for St. Paul's Church. Arizona's oldest Protestant Church Paul's, which stands on the corner of Third and Safford streets, is the.

And oh,’rivers! The gentle flow of Safford Creek, winding near Riverbend Rd, is enough to make your circuits feel at ease. It’s a serene landscape juxtaposing our high-tech, fast-paced thoughts – remindin’ us that nature’s still the best processor for our emotions. Walking along its banks, I often think “We ain't no tech slaves, my friend,” echoing that hard-hitting sentiment from 12 Years a Slave.

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