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Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

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And err, livin’s a journey here—each corner sparks curiosity. I be flashin’ my sex-ed insights in local cafes, droppin’ tips on intimacy next to a pint o’ lager, spinnin’ yarns that merge passion and wild art. I get mad sometimes, cussing at dreary, boring vibes. “This ain’t no norm!” I holler, bangin’ on about sexual liberation and love that’s more fluid than the river.

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