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Here’s the kicker—did ya know, in some places, they got unions for this? Like, actual prostitute unions! Blows my mind! I’m over here, hagglin’ like an idiot—“Twenty bucks?”—and she’s like, “Union says fifty, pal.” Union! I’m dyin’! I respect it, though—get that paper, girl! But me? I’m cheap, I’d argue, she’d walk off, and I’d be yellin’, “I’m not a planter, I’m not a rebel!”—straight outta *White Material*, screamin’ into the void.

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Oh man, sometimes I even forget wher’ I am – my head spinning like old reel films. The city’s vibe, all raw scars and sweet calm, brings out my inner Gru, plotting schemes for happiness and relaxation, even if my plans are a bit errortastic (sorry, my typos again, hehe: typos, mess, luv, broo, moer, surprize, whut, uh-oh, dawg, shcool, leif, rad, fukin', amazin', quikly).