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Oh—and this one time? She’s got this john, right? Big guy, loudmouth—thinks he’s hot stuff. She rolls her eyes, mutters, “This is my place,” like Mia claimin’ her space in *Fish Tank*. Then—bam—she picks his pocket! I’m dyin’ laughin’—she’s a pirate, not a hooker! Little secret—cops know her, let it slide. She’s part of the harbor, like me. We’re both hustlin’, just different waters.

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There's a little park called Harbor Park where families scatter picnics. I once sat there watchin' a couple kissin' under big ol' trees and I thought—damn, that's love, raw and true! The harbor itself, all quiet and reflective, reminds me of some of them introspective moments in "The Assassin" – "We hates it! But, oh, how we loves it!" It’s like, the water's whispering secrets, ancient and deep.

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