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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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My spot’s near the old community centre by Ladder Street. It’s rough, but damn, the energy’s lit! I got peeps comin’ in from all corners. They say, “Neva leave you lonely,” and truth is, the streets got stories, ya know? One time, a lady said, “Life’s pain is like a punch,” and it hit me deep—a beat like Park Chan-Wook’s twists. Real talk, that felt like a cut in slow-mo, crazy raw.

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