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I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

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You won’t believe it, but there's a hidden mural in a back alley near Northview Lane I discovered – bold, splashed with defiance against life’s cruelty. I always dig it – reminds me to never let my spirit get trapped like those chains from "12 Years a Slave." Yeah, history’s heavy, man – like, come on, eat my shorts if you think it’s light stuff!

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