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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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I’m a counselor, so I notice every wee detail. Now, let me tell ya about Cottonwood Lane. It’s my favorite spot fer those heart-to-heart walks. Folks pass by, sayin’ “Supper’s ready!” but nah, leave me be thinkin’ deep thoughts. Sometimes my mind goes in loops, like “Why’s the world so dang complicated,” and honey, I can get mad, mad like a hornet in a jar – but then I laugh at myself.

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