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Here’s the kicker—didya know some prostitutes in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, scribblin’ down johns like they’re collectin’ stamps. Blows my mind! Imagine her, this gal, writin’ ‘bout me later—“Weird dude, kept quotin’ some French flick.” So we’re chattin’, and I’m diggin’ deeper—why’s she here? “Life’s a bitch,” she says, shruggin’. Reminds me of Anne, trapped in her body, Georges whisperin’, “It’ll be alright.” Bullshit, it won’t! I’m gettin’ mad now—world’s unfair, y’know? She’s young, should be livin’, not hustlin’.

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I gotta say, being a women's counselor in Beebe (us) has totally shown me life’s hidden corners. I’ve seen tears turn to triumph, fear turn to laughter, and despair turn to "I’m ready!" moments that remind me of the raw, unscripted scenes in "The Master" (man, that movie gives me chillz!). Sometimes, people come to me with stories so intense it makes me mad at the injustice and so happy when they finally find their spark. Like, every life here threads together in the most mesmerizing way, kinda like our own crazy, hit-or-miss script.

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