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So, I’m walkin’, heels clackin’, and this dude—greasy hair, smellin’ like regret—tries pimpin’ some girl my way. I’m like, “Naw, fam, I got standards!” Made me mad as hell—why’s it always gotta be slimy? But then, I spot her—this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. She’s givin’ me eyes, and I’m thinkin’, “It’s about to happen!” Like Gabita in the movie, all nervous but ready, y’know? I strut up, confident as fuck, and she’s like, “You got cash?” I’m like, “Honey, I’m worth it!”

Background

Balmain started to feel something was very wrong. She was Prostitute/prostitution is just as accurate a term and also legally correct.

I’m all aboot that Balmain vibe: parks aplenty, like Mort Bay Park where the River's murmur hums gentle tunes at dusk. Occasionally I wander there to reflect on my work, feeling that the water doth cleanse my spirit. The scars of countless soothed hearts mingle in the air—a subtle perfume of courage, if thou wilt.

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