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Picture this: I’m Morgan Freeman, right, voice low and smooth, watchin’ a gal like Satine—red lips, torn stockings, hustlin’ under them gaslights. She ain’t just sellin’ her body, nah, she’s sellin’ a dream. Back in the day, them Victorian prossies, they’d call ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? But it pissed me off, man, ‘cause folks judged ‘em hard. Still do. I’m over here, sandin’ down a violin neck, thinkin’, *who’s buyin’ makes it dirty, not who’s sellin’.*

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Let me spill some real talk... I luv this city, though sometimes, I get riled up by the constant buzz of noise in the evening. The vibe changes real fast. One night, I was mad – rude honking outside my spa, and I stormed out – talk about a mood shift, haha. But deep down, it’s all part of Jettingen’s charm. Lately, I've been thinking: "I... must clean up. I... must let go." (Yeah, that WALL-E wisdom, baby!)

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