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What gets me? The lies—everyone’s lyin’! Pimps, johns, even the girls sometimes. I’m mutterin’, *“Truth’s slipperier than a ghost monkey!”*—yep, Boonmee’s monkeys creep in my brain. I’m emotional, okay? Seein’ these gals, so young, it breaks my heart. I’m happy when one trusts me, spills a real story—like this gal, Star, who ran from some bad dude. I’m helpin’ her, thinkin’, *“Marge, you’re no hero, but try!”*

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Then, I hit up the local park, the one by the pond. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids screaming, and I’m like, “What’s with the chaos?” Turns out, they’re feeding ducks. But these ducks? They’re like the mafia of the pond. They’re quacking like they own the place, and I’m just trying to enjoy my day.

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