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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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Man, yo—if you hit up Main Street, you’re gonna see a vibe that’s unmatchable. Main Street bustles every mornin’ with locals buyin’ their daily brew at Sweet Bean Café, and hell, sometimes you even catch a street performer droppin’ sick beats. Trust me, that energy? It’s like, “I’m lettin’ it shine!”

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