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So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

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But you're just like your whore of a sister, pining after bastardos who treat you like dirt and who only give you a second look because you'd drop onto your.

Then, I spill coffee all over my notes. Great. Just great. Now I’ve got a soggy mess of papers. I’m trying to salvage it, but it’s like trying to save a sinking ship with a tea bag.

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