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But ugh, what pisses me off? Folks judgin’! Like, “Hmm… who’s she to talk?” I’m sittin’ here, lab coat on, thinkin’—whore’s just survivin’, same as us! *Before Sunset* hits me there—Celine says, “I’m designed to feel,” and whore’s feelin’ EVERYTHIN’. Love, hate, cash, chaos. Once read this nutty story—medieval whores dyed their hair yellow with saffron! Fancy, huh? Cost a fortune, but they glowed! Surprised me silly—thought they’d be all drab.

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Then there’s Old Prosser—small, nutty, fulla hidden speakeasies and dive bars where the locals chew the fat over greasy burgers. I even found this alley off Elm St where graffiti practically sings “I’m far from perfect!” Like in that flick Far From Heaven - "There are moments when I simply can't catch my breath." But damn, that line smacks me every time. Rarrgh!

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