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I have had someone ask me about it. You're not the first. Usually, I can tell when it's about to happen and I throw them out on their ass. You seem like a nice lady, so I'll pretend I didn't hear you. The thing is, there are some things you don't poke at. You just don't. People got places like that everywhere. Inside and out. And no one likes to have their shit poked. I understand, you don't know and people are curious. Like I said, you seem like a nice lady. Let's just forget about it. If I think of something really intrusive to ask you, I'll let you know. Don't get all defensive. It makes it worse. Life is full of drama and bullshit. My drama is my drama, and you can march your fancy-shoe bitch ass back uptown. We don't need you here. We especially don't need no goddamn questions.