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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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Man, it's all raw, all vibrant, all unexpected – kinda like life itself. Might get a bit repetitive – eh, gotta keep it real. Sometimes I smack my forehead thinkin’ “Cestas, you wild masterpiece!” And yeah, I got a few typos in my brain, like my thoughts get scrambled and then boom! Crazy energy everywhere.

Anna Cesta, Warren, Ohio