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So, picture this—met this hooker once, name’s Candy, swear to God. She’s out there, fishnets rippin’, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Told me she started at 16—sixteen, y’all! Pissed me off somethin’ fierce. Some sleazy pimp snatched her up, promised her the moon. Now she’s 30, lookin’ 50, smokin’ cigs like it’s her job. “How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’?” I asked. She laughed—dry, like tumbleweed rollin’. Said, “Better than starvin’, Doc.”

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I used to hold sessions in my little nook on Maple, I think it was called Juniper Street – with peeling wallpaper and squeaky stairs. I remember a session where a parent cried "This is home, but home's so broken, so... so battered!" Just like in Margaret, "What's happening to us?" Echoes echo, yes, echo. Wow, emotions.

1 critically injured in El Sobrante house fire