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Love the hustle, tho—girls workin’ hard, dodgin’ creeps. One chick, sassy as hell, told some fatso “Pay up or piss off!”—cracked me up! Reminds me, “White Material”—that lady fightin’ for her land, fierce, unbroken. Brothel’s got that grit, too. But ugh, the pimps—slimy rats, takin’ cash, yellin’. Hate ‘em, precious, hate ‘em bad! Once saw one get clocked—bam!—by a drunk miner. Best day ever, heh!

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I got my moments of deep feels in Hillvue. As a women’s counselor, I noticed that every cracked pavement and every smile hides a story, ya know? Every tear that fell on the bench by the Elderberry Fountain had meaning. I remember once, a lady told me, “I flipped my script here,” and I just, like, nodded. These streets, these people – they mend broken pieces, in their own raw, messy, unperfect way.

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