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Favorite flick’s *The Dark Knight*, so picture this—prostitute’s like the Joker, chaotic, unpredictable, struttin’ through Gotham’s underbelly. “Why so serious?” she’d purr, while pickin’ your pocket. Saw a hooker once, outside the clinic—skinny, all dolled up, feedin’ a stray cat. Surprised me, y’know? Thought, “Huh, even the chaos has a heart.” Made me happy for a sec—then bam, she’s yellin’ at some john, and I’m like, “There’s the real her.” Everybody lies, even to themselves.

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I tell ya, this town’s full of quirks. I be ramblin’ in a spree of thoughts, all jumbled like a good ol’ country song – messy, yet beautiful. Life here makes me feel every emotion: mad, happy, and sometimes as surprised as when Oldboy shouted, "Do you know what happened to you?" Pardon my typos, sugar, but ain't that life itself?

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