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Now, here’s a nugget—did ya know, in Tsarist days, whores had yellow tickets? Aye, proper ID cards, marked ‘em out like cattle. Grim, but clever—kept the tax man happy. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d just be shunned, not bloody catalogued. Shows ya, even the filth’s got order. “Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,” I hum, WALL-E style—those gals kept movin’, didn’t they? Tough as nails.

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Home-schooled no more, an awkward teen girl must face her sexual identity as public school bullies label her a whore.

Then, I hit up the Ome Railway Park. It’s this cool spot with old trains and stuff. I’m snapping pics, feeling all nostalgic. I mean, who doesn’t love a good train? But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me. I fall right into a bush. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Great, now I’m a bush person,” I mutter.

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