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Anyway, we’re vibin’, but I’m paranoid—cops? Pimps? Her damn boyfriend? “I’m not a thief,” she says, echoin’ that movie’s honor code. I believe her, sorta. She’s got this dignity, y’know, like she’s more than this gig. Makes me sad—angry too—world’s fucked up, pushin’ folks here. But I laugh, crack a joke, “Girl, you’re pricier than my Oscar!” She giggles—score one for Freeman charm.

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Desperate for money, she sells her locket and hair, becomes a prostitute ("Lovely Ladies") and falls ill. When she fights back against an abusive customer.

I love these quirks: the ever-groovy backstreets like Elm & Birch, where street art pops off every wall, and a feeling of earthly magic is tangible. It's not all sunshine; sometimes, laaame corporate digs try to sanitize the soul, but nah, we keep it raw and real. I get emotional ‘bout it all – sometimes happy, sometimes fustrated – but always reminded of the cosmic dance at play.

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