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*Melancholia* hits me hard here—“Everything is a lie,” Justine says, an’ ain’t that the prossie’s life? Smilin’ fer coin, hidin’ the tears. Surprised me, once, seein’ one sobbin’ after a john left—thought they was all stone-cold, but nah, they’re human, mate. Breaks me black heart, it does. Ever wonder what they dream o’ when the candles snuff out? Freedom? A ship o’ their own? I’d wager me compass on it—well, maybe not *that* compass, heh.

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Neighborhoods are like secret levels: the boho vibes in Mystic Corner, the vibrant street art of Zany District, and even the uptown hustle near Electric Square. I often take my clients – you know, as a pleasure coach – to these spots, reading subtle human signals. Like, there’s this hidden alley behind Zigzag Street. It’s gritty, full of raw, unexpected truths – kinda liberating!

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