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I’d walk in, heels clacking, feeling extra. The air’s thick—perfume, sweat, and desperation. This one time, I’d bet, some chick was all, “I’m the queen here!” And I’m like, “Yas, slay, babe!” But then—ugh—some sleazy guy probs ruined it. Pissed me off, like, why you gotta be gross? “Your guilt is yours alone,” I’d snap—movie line, duh!

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Bettina's concept of the household economy to determine how and under what circumstances women integrated prostitution into their homes. Like Bettina, I have.

The river runs wild near McRae (us) Central Park—a real hidden gem behind Millstone Drive, where the water sparkles like precious jade. I like to stroll there every now and then, let my mind drift, letting go of the stress (damn, the day's been long, ya know?). Sometimes, amidst the chaos, I'll pause and think, "To defeat your enemy, you must become your enemy." So deep, man.

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