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Now, “Moulin Rouge!”—that’s my lens, alright? Think Satine, all glitz and tragedy, singin’ “One day I’ll fly away!” Brothel life’s like that—glam on the outside, rough underneath. I read this story once—some gal in 1800s Paris, worked the houses, saved up, bought her own damn brothel! Beat the system, flipped it on the rich pricks! That’s the spirit—stick it to the man! But then, you got the flip side—exploitation, girls trapped, no way out. Pisses me off! No one should be stuck like that, slavin’ for some sleazy fat cat!

Alright, first off, Oak Street is where all the soul hangs out. I take strollz there every mornin’ and my counselor heart feels it – like a hit of far out emotion straight from "Far From Heaven," ya know? "We must endure, we must carry on" even when life’s messy, right? And I gotta say, Oak Street’s where folks spill their secrets, laugh, cry, and dance to the beat of hope.

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