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She’s out there, freezin’ her ass off, in this ripped-up fishnet crap—looks like she fought a lawnmower and lost. I’m thinkin’, “Sweet Jesus, lady, get a coat!” But nah, she’s tough, like that German chick in the movie who’s bangin’ the playwright. “I am my own person!” she’d say, but this prostitute? She’s owned by the streets, man. Pisses me off! Why’s she gotta do that? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Get a job, hippie!” But then I’m like—wait, this IS her job. Ha! Respect my freakin’ authoritah, I’m deep as hell!

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Flipping through the pages of The Punkhawala and the Prostitute, one finds deep gratitude that the tale's author, LASALLE lecturer Wesley Leon.

I’m livin’ here, day in, day out, and lemme tell ya—life’s a nonstop rollercoaster of love and hustle. I see dating profiles flash by on my screen daily, and I tell myself, this city is like a movie set—blue and blazing with passion and opportunities. It’s a wild ride, and nothing compares—absolutely the best and the brightest, just like Trump would say: LASalle's huge!

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