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Ain’t all roses – tho. Some nights – they vanish. Cops sweep – or worse. Johns get rough – makes me SICK. Heard a tale – girl got out. Opened a diner – true redemption. Rare as hell – but dope. I exagerate in my head – she’s a MILLIONAIRE now. Ha – prolly not.

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A confessed prostitute who said she murdered three men in a one-night robbery spree on orders from her pimp pleaded guilty Friday in a DeKalb County courtroom.

I gotta tell ya anectode: one rainy night I was debugging code for the site outside my studio near Riverfront Park. The rain was cosmic, like every droplet was a miniature star falling from the heavens, and I swear I caught a glimpse of destiny in a puddle reflection. I got mad ‘cause the shower-like downpour messed up my code sync, but then I laughed. “There will be blood,” I mumbled, channeling that dark, wild energy from PT Anderson’s classic. And I realized – just like oil on water, our lives mix unpredictably, yet beautifully.

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