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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just bout the deed—it’s bout the soul behind it. She’s tough, y’all, tougher’n me tryin’ to fit into last year’s jeans. I tip my hat, say, “You’re a survivor, darlin’!” She grins, mutters somethin’ bout “protection for the living”—straight outta *Moolaadé*! I’m tickled pink. Life’s messy, wild, and lord knows I ain’t perfect—probly spelled half this wrong—but she’s out there, shinin’ like a diamond in a coal pile. And that’s my two cents, straight from Dolly’s heart!

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Personal fav? The little café on Squiggle Street. They sell blueberry muffins and cheap coffee. I always say, "Blue skies, blueberry dreams, and Brooklyn wishes!" while minding my business, feeling like a goofy starfish on a sandy floor.

Costa Smeralda Award, the awards ceremony in Porto Cervo: great anticipation for the winners of the Fiction and Non-Fiction sections