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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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Then, the sun starts settin’, and it’s beautiful, right? Like, the sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m feelin’ kinda zen. But then, I see this couple arguing by the water. Like, c’mon, guys! You’re at Lago di Garda! Chill out! But nope, they’re throwin’ shade like it’s a competition. I’m just sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Get a grip, people!”

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