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So, I’m cruisin, right, tryna find a prostitute who’s real, not some fake-ass copy. Certified Copy got me deep in my feels—“What’s true, what’s a front?” I say to myself. I spot this chick, all sass, heels clackin like a beat drop. I’m like, “Yasss, queen, you’re the one!” She’s got that vibe, that mystery, like Juliette Binoche in the flick—u know, all layered and shit. I pull up, she’s like, “You lookin for somethin real?” I’m like, “Hell yea, slay!”

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I gotta rant about the local coffee shop on 9th & Pecan. It’s a hot mess of caffeine addicts and depressed poets. Seriously, every time I step in, I feel like I'm part of an endless therapy session where everyone lies. I mean, really, who pays attention to genuine feelings anymore? I'd say, I thrive on that nonsense. It fuels my sexology insights – we’re all just faking it!

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