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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re wild. Watched *Spring Breakers*—fuckin’ insane flick. “Look at my shit!”—that’s them. Selling ass, living fast, no rules. Harmony Korine gets it, y’know? Dark, messy, real as hell. Prostitutes ain’t just hookers—they’re survivors. Hustlin’ streets, dodgin’ cops, crazy johns. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name? Prolly not. Worked corners in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean, Vegas. Had a vibroblade hidden in her boot. Said, “Gotta stay strapped, pops.” Laughed my ass off—smart gal.

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But then, my phone buzzed. It was my buddy, asking if I wanted to join him at the market. I was like, “Sure, why not?” So, I headed over to Pasar Inpres. Man, that place is a sensory overload! The smells, the colors, the noise! I love it! But then, I got into this argument with a vendor over the price of some durian. I mean, come on, it’s just a fruit! But he was adamant, and I was like, “Dude, I’m not paying that much!”

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