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I’m pissed, though—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Can’t they just have a sign? “Prostitute here, $50!” Save us the awkward dance. But nooo, you’re dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and that one guy who’s like, “I’m her manager.” Manager? What is this, Hollywood? I’m laughin’ now—imagine me, neurotic mess, hagglin’ prices like it’s a deli. “What, no discount? Outrageous!” Surprised me how bold some are—saw this gal once, swear she winked at me. ME! I’m like, “Lady, I’m a disaster, you don’t want this!”

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When it comes to my obsession with ephemera, I am shameless. It's a love affair that only I am privy to. Magazines? Every time I go to the.

The river runs along West Side... I think it's called Echo Creek. Kinda weird, right? But it soothes my soul. Trust me, it's my secret meditation haunt. Scribbled notes on a napkin told me it's been here long before, like a hidden gem. No joke, it's where I go when the world gets too frickin' noisy.

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