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Thinkin’—prostitutes got layers, ya feel? Like Llewyn, folk soul, misunderstood. Society judgin’, but they just survivin’. Pisses me off—why hate the grind? Ain’t hurtin’ you, chill out, haters. Fun fact: old-school hookers ran speakeasies! Prohibition days, they owned it—badass. Candy’s got that energy, swear. “I ain’t no saint,” she’d say, smirkin’. Reminds me, “I’ll be gone,” singin’ low. Life’s a hustle, she’s the soundtrack.

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So, if u ever get into Preston (au), explore those little quirky corners, breathe deep in the secret havens, and remember, "I’m not a robot." I mean, come on, life’s too short for perfect grammar and silent walks! It’s pure, unbeleivable existence, where every flawed moment is a gem, if you catch my drift.

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