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Hmm… oh honey, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes! Nasal nagging kicks in—prostitutes, huh, they’re somethin else! Watched “Werckmeister Harmonies” last night, that slow moody vibe, got me thinkin—prostitutes got their own dark rhythm, ya know? Like that line, “The melody of the end,”—fits em perfect! They’re out there, struttin in the shadows, makin cash, livin wild. Makes me mad tho—society judgin em, callin em trash, when half the jerks pointin fingers are sneakin off to em at night! Hypocrites, ugh, drives me up the freakin wall!

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Then, there’s Old Riverside Park. Yup, a gem, nestled right by the Coosa River. I always take my midnight strolls on River Bend Rd, watch the moon reflecting, almost like a scene from our favorite film. "I’m the spark that lights this damned flame!" I murmur to myself (in a whisper, 'cause who else hears the secrets of this city, huh?). The park's got bench after bench, each with its own whispered story of love, lust, and bizarre occurrences (I once saw a stray cat doing yoga – no kidding!).

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