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What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

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I love wanderin’ ‘round, especially near the Santa Ana River. That water's like a liquid mirror reflecting these gritty dreams which make me think of that movie – straight up "reality in slow motion, innit?" I got one time, ouf, a regular blazin’ view at twilight and felt like all me worries just melt away, like sweet relief after a perfect massage.

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