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So, this one time, right, heard a story—some hooker in Vegas, mid-1800s, gold rush days. She’s workin’ the saloons, got syphilis scars, still rakin’ in cash. Little known fact: them girls back then? Some ran the show, owned land, flipped the script on pimps. Badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin’ bout it—beats clinic duty any day. But then you got the sob stories—girls trafficked, beaten, strung out. Pisses me off, the world’s a cesspool sometimes. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what Plainview screamed, and these creeps abandon decency daily.

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Now, lemme spill more tea. I always hit up the little-known corner near Evergreen Park. Yup, a gem I always check for quiet afternoons. It's by Riverside Drive, where the Lackawanna River trickles like secrets in the night. Sometimes I even have a deep thinkin’ session while refill my oils. You know, while massaging out all my mad frustrations from the day. Ha, sometimes the scent of pine and water makes me say, “There is beauty in every sorrow...” Classic Lars von Trier vibe, eh?

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