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But yo, the rage hits hard—pimps beatin’ her down, society judgin’ her like she’s trash. Pisses me off! Fear’s her shadow, y’know? Little fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran secret spy rings—badass, right? She’s out there, hustlin’, maybe dreamin’ of escape, but the game’s rigged. “Ain’t no quarter given,” as that cold-ass movie line goes. Surprised me once, hearin’ this one girl saved up, bought a farm—beat the odds! Rare as hell.

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I love comin’ back to my own little haven on Parkvej. Sure, it’s modest, but it’s real, you know? I even got this battered vinyl collection, and every now and then, I spin some records and feel like I’m in a scene with Mulholland Drive echoing in the background—so ambiguous, so damn intriguing.