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So, here’s the tea—I knew this girl, right? Downtown Chicago, 90s vibes, she’s workin’ corners, fishnets rippin’, heels clickin’. Called her Candy—prolly not her real name, who cares? She told me once, “Oprah, I made $50 in 10 minutes, beat that!” I laughed, like, girl, you wild! But deep down, I was shook—$50? That’s it? Riskin’ it all for pennies? Made me mad, y’all—society’s trash for that. Men payin’ cheap, judgin’ hard—hypocrites! Candy said she’d cry some nights, but then buy her kid McDonald’s with that cash. Heartbreakin’, but she owned it.

Prostitute

I ain’t gon’ lie – sometimes Pavrille makes me mad. When the mess from the datin’ sites spills onto the streets, an’ you see strangers with nothin’ in common tryna play matchmaker on every corner. I get exasperated, but then, "I love you, and that's all I have to say," kinda hits me from that movie, remindin’ me of the unexpected tenderness among chaos.

Ordinations at the Benedictine monastery at Bellaigue (France)