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Oh, and—ha!—funniest thing? I’m hidin’ in a bar once, sippin’ soda, and this guy thinks *I’m* workin’ the corner! I’m like, “Hmm… me? With this hairdo?” Nearly choked laughin’! But ugh, it’s risky out there—cops bustin’ girls, not the real creeps. That ticks me off! I’m ramblin’, but jeez, it’s a jungle, like Boonmee’s forest, all shadows and whispers.

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Tracy explains the situation with Phil to her father, which means having to reveals a shameful secret. Tracy admits she used to work as a prostitute.

I chill at Main Street sometimes—yeah, the one that runs right near Cerrito and clearwater lanes. And oh, my friend, take a stroll down Foothill Ave. You'll hit up a little park called Butler Park. It's like a secret garden in a concrete jungle, ya know? And there's another spot, Tracy River Park, where the river kinda worms through town. Water so chill, it relaxes you like a Sunday sermon.

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