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Me, I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus. Angry? Sure—world’s filthy, unfair. Happy? When they scatter, scared shitless. Exaggeratin? Maybe—imagine me kickin doors, yellin “Run!” Prostitutes ain’t saints, but who is? “What’s the point of this?”—straight outta the movie. Chaos rules, I just steer it. You’d laugh, seein me glare at johns—pathetic losers. That’s the game, tovarisch—cold, brutal, real.

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New faces in the brothel were desired by patrons and so madams had to find new women to recruit. Sometimes, that meant taking in a less-than-desired woman but.

But then, the weather turns. Outta nowhere, dark clouds roll in. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I paddle faster, but the rain hits hard. I’m soaked, laughin’ at the absurdity of it all. Galegos weather, man. One minute it’s sunny, next it’s a monsoon.

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