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So, this one time, I heard ‘bout this gal, swear it’s true, worked the corners in New Orleans back in the ‘80s. They called her Sweet Mary—ironic, huh? She’d stash her cash in a hollowed-out Bible, ‘cause she said Jesus was her bookkeeper! Laughed my ass off when I heard that—girl had sass, I’ll give her that. But damn, it’s sad too, y’all. She’d tell tricks, “I’m the accident that keeps on giving,” straight outta Margaret vibes—life just crashin’ over and over. Surprised me how she kept goin’, tough as nails.

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I live in Sunnydale—a nickname for my block on Crescent Road. The community feels like a big, weird family. I'm a family psych, right? I see the hidden sadness, the secret joy in every cracked sidewalk and faded graffiti on Walls, oh-so-real moments. Pauses "Sometimes, life speaks through silence," like that film line, unexpected and deep.

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