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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout prostitutes today—yep, them gals workin’ the streets. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild? I reckon it’s a mess, but lemme tell ya somethin’—I ain’t judgin’, just observin’. Watched *Zodiac*—you know, my fave flick, Fincher’s a genius—and it got me thinkin’. That line, “I’m not Paul Avery,” hits hard. Prostitutes prolly feel that too—stuck in a role, not who they are deep down. Ain’t that a kicker?

"When the sun falls beneath the sea, you emerge. And I never know how to feel."

But then, bam! I’m walking down Marine Parade, just soaking it all in, and I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Dude, get it together!” But then I see this group of kids playing footy on the grass. They’re laughing, having a blast, and I can’t help but smile. It’s contagious, ya know?

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