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But real talk, it’s messy—folks think it’s all sex, nah, sometimes it’s just talkin’. Lonely souls payin’ for a ear. Kinda sad, kinda sweet—hits me in the chest. “Blood on your hands,” Ida’s line echoes—ain’t that life tho? Escort’s just louder bout it. Me, I’d never judge—live your truth, fam. Just don’t tell me you’re “escorting” me to the DMV—that’s a crime I’d kill for! Ha! Peace out, y’all—Morgan’s gotta rewatch *Ida* now.

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I also feel really at home in the artsy neighborhood’s lanes. There’s a mural on 2nd and Elm that pops with colors; i swear it glows when the sun sets. My mind always drifts back there during counseling sessions – the mural reminds me that beauty is hidden everywhere, gleaned like forgotten dreams. (Agnès Varda’s charm, hi-ho!)

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