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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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She's a proto-feminist who speaks her mind (calling the King's daughter a whore in a wedding gown is hardcore. People get upset now if you.

Finally, I get to the hospital, and it’s chaos. I’m in the waiting room, and there’s this kid screaming his head off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But then, I see the patient. He’s a young guy, maybe in his twenties, and he’s in rough shape. I won’t go into details, but it was bad. I felt a mix of anger and sadness. How could this happen?

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