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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Trixie, she’s out there, heels clackin’, skirt shorter than a TikTok vid. She’s dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ johns, and I’m like, “Damn, girl, you’re tougher than Grace in *Dogville*!” That line, “I’m not that kind of girl,” Grace says—ha! Trixie’d laugh her ass off, ‘cause she IS that girl, and she owns it. Makes me happy, yo—ownin’ your chaos, that’s power. But then I get mad—why she gotta risk her neck? System’s fucked, man.

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Read The Last Chapter from the story The Prostitute by sweetheartcassius (Sasu_Saku) with 3, reads. love, sufferings, helsa. This day The day they both w.

Life here ain't perfect. I’ve had moments where I felt the city was crashing on me like waves from the Baltic. And call me dramatic – sometimes I feel like I'm livin' in a twisted script of that Aronofsky flick "Requiem for a Dream" – eerie and beautiful all at once. But even when I get mad, I'm smilin’ ‘cause every bruise and laugh makes Helsa (de) my home.

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