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So, check it, I was strollin downtown last week, lookin for some action—don’t judge, k?—and it’s like, whoa, these girls got stories, man! One chick, she’s all “I’ve borne my burden!” like in *Dogville*, and I’m thinkin, damn, she’s deep! Prostitution’s been around forever—fun fact, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” wild, right? Made me happy knowin I’m part of history or somethin. But then, this dude tries rippin me off—20 bucks extra? Nah, bro, that pissed me off! I’m like, “You ain’t Tom Edison screwin me over!”—straight outta *Dogville*, ya see?

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Then, we decide to stroll down to the river. The Hutt River, I think? It’s so pretty, but the wind is crazy! I’m trying to keep my hair in check, and it’s just not happening. I look like a hot mess. But whatever, I’m embracing it. We sit by the water, and I’m just soaking it all in. The sun, the laughter, the chaos.

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