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But real talk, it ain’t all glam. Some dude’s prolly like, “Hey, toots, how much?” and I’d be all, “Back off, schmuck, I’m just lookin’!” Made me mad thinkin’ ‘bout the sleaze. But then – ooh! – I spot her, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “There’s sunlight I haven’t seen,” I mutter, quotin’ Eilis, ‘cause damn, she’s glowin’! I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s got dreams too, y’know?

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Sullivan: Yes, but this piece consists entirely of an artificial and implausible situation. Gilbert: If you wish to write a Grand Opera about a prostitute.

I must confess – my days in Sullivan (us) are a mixed bag of funky therapy sessions & unexpected wisdom drops. I lean on those moments like my fave groovy beats. I’ll be honest, I often feel torn between emotions. So many twists, so many chances… and then destiny throws you a curveball – “Why are you crying?” he asked. Wicked deep, right?

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