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Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, darlin’—but it riles me up when folks act all high and mighty ‘bout it. Like, “This house is contaminated!”—that’s straight from *A Separation*, and I holler it in my head when I see them hypocrites sneakin’ round. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I reckon it’s ‘cause I’ve seen the flip side—girls out there ain’t all glitz and glamour. Some’s just tryna eat, and that hits me right in the ticker. Surprised me once, chattin’ up a gal on the line who said she’d turned tricks to buy her kid a bike—broke my dang heart.

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Then there’s Pearl Street – full of neat, old brick buildings that hide secrets. I often meet the families there for impromptu chats. As a psych, I notice the patterns – how a messy front door can say a lot about a family’s emotional threshold, and trust me, I've seen it all, like, a hundred times. I even once met this little old lady from Pearl who kept saying, "Every turn's a new story!" I was like, "No way, really?" It got me thinking about life's twists, kinda like those surreal moments in Holy Motors – "just a motley parade of dreams and moments, right?"

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