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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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The streets here got character. There's MacArthur Blvd – always a scene of hustle and bustle. I stroll there on my days off, remarking how the little shops and cafes evoke memories of simpler times. Strolling round, I often pass on El Camino Real, where you find pops of local art and quirky signs, freakin’ adorable. Feeling kinda zen, sometimes I frown – not even sure why – but maybe it's the rush of daily life.

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