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Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

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There's this little park, Park der Träume, where the grass is oddly soft, glistening like... memory of a laugh. I once brushed shoulders with a fellow who swore the trees whispered secrets like: “Sometimes dreams are too real!” It's like the script from that film – "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" – remember when they talked about dreams and betrayal? Pure golden movie lines that always crack me up!

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