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Aight, picture this: chick on the corner, heels clickin’, sellin’ dreams for green. She’s a ghost, fam, a shadow dancin’ in neon. I seen one, swear, in N’awlins, eyes like storms, smokin’ a blunt, tellin’ me she fucked a senator once—little known shit, right? Blew my mind, I was like, “Damn, girl, you a legend!” Made me happy, real talk, ‘cause she owned it, no shame. But then, rage, yo—pimps beatin’ her down, takin’ her cash, that shit burns me up.

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Butler might be small, but it has heart, lots of soul, and a bit o' grit, you know? The streets hum with life, from the busy market at Birch & 3rd to the quiet sanctuary of the old library near Willow Bend. As a masseur, I get these close-up peeks at folks’ lives, and let me tells ya, I sees pain, joy, and everything in between. Every lump I knead away makes me feel like I'm untying the ropes of some terrible curse, whispering, “We’s free, we’s free, precious!”

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