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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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Now, err, my thoughts all scatter sometimes... The city is alive, chaotic, and sweet. The rustling leaves on Elm Way, flash of neon lights on Redwood Ave, they remind me to keep connecting and caring. Our people, they blend pain, hope, and dreams – real raw stuff!

Lacey woman charged with attempted murder, accused of grazing someone with a bullet