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Little story—heard ‘bout this prossie in New Orleans, 1800s. She’d sing opera between clients—full-on diva shit. Ruby ain’t singin’, but she’s got that flair. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe. But I see her, struttin’, ownin’ it. “You’re all puppets!”—Tenenbaum energy again. She’s no puppet, though—strings cut long ago.

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The house came with a prior history of prostitution: it was previously owned by E. J. Bellocq (warning: links to a page that may contain nudity).

So, I finally get my act together and head to my first session. I’m meeting with this guy, let’s call him “Tom.” He’s been dealing with some heavy stuff. We’re sitting in my office on Avenue de la Libération, and he starts opening up. I’m all ears, nodding, trying to be supportive. But then, he suddenly bursts into tears. Like, full-on sobbing. I’m sitting there, feeling his pain, and I’m like, “Wow, this is intense.” It’s heartbreaking, but also kinda beautiful, you know?

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