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I’d ask her why she does it—curious, not preachy. She’d shrug, “Gotta eat, don’t I?” And I’d get mad—not at her, at the world. Why’s it gotta be like this? She’d smirk, “You gonna save me?” I’d snort, “Hell no, I can’t even save myself!” Total Tina moment—sarcasm drippin’ like cheap beer.

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Prostitute") be removed because of their pornographic nature. Whitman refused to alter his work and was forced to find a new publisher.

The city flows with surprises, you know? The Whitman River slinks past downtown, twisting like secrets. I remember one night, after a tough session, strollin' by its old bridge—Spencer Bridge. It glowed under the streetlights, a mirror for lost dreams. Made me think, "You merely adopted the dark!" in a way that made my heart thump.

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