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But then—plot twist—she’s not even a prostitute! Just some hiker flirtin’ for fun. I’m like, “Are you kiddin’ me?!” Mad as hell, stompin’ off, twigs snappin’. “A great meal takes time!”—yeah, well, so does findin’ a damn hooker, apparently. I’m laughin’ tho—how dumb am I? Thought I’d snag a forest escort like it’s Narnia or some shit.

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They have atleast 7 rooms going at once. There are two main pimps that change the girls out daily and some of the girls have infants in the rooms. It is nasty.

Oh, and have you been by Metairie Ridge Park? It’s chill and perfect for clear-think. I often stroll there after work, heart beating with the rhythms of my day. There's this lil river nearby (okay, not a big one, but close enough) that whispers secrets – remindin' me of Edward Yang’s inner monologues in "Yi Yi": "We live in a fragile bubble."

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