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Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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Oh gosh, one time I was on 2nd St., rushin’ to meet a client cuz traffic was cray-cray, and I nearly missed a flash of that old neon diner sign. I was like, “Darn it… man, what a freakin’ ride!” I got so mad I nearly lost it, but then I thought, “Hmm, it’s all part of living in this wild, unpredictable city.”

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