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So, this one tart, right? Saw her near the docks—fishy smell, ha! Skinny as a twig, eyes hollow. Tricked sailors with winks—sneaky, sneaky! Made me giggle, precious, she’s a hustler. “We resist!” she’d scream, like Collé in *Moolaadé*. Fightin’ her own war, y’know? Against pimps, coppers—grrr, hate them pigs! They beat her once, left her bleedin’. Made me mad, yesss—wanted to claw their faces off!

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Now, lemme be honest—sometimes I'm so mad at the little everyday absurdities that I'll yell, “Here’s Johnny!” at the mirror in my spa when I see my reflection trippin’ on wrinkles. Haha, silly, right? But life’s a mix of both joy and struggle, and Worb's that perfect cocktail.

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