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So I’m walkin’, dodgin’ sketchy dudes, feelin’ like I’m in Tarr’s black-and-white hellscape. “The world has gone mad,” I whisper—another *Werckmeister* gem—cuz it’s true! Cops could roll up any sec, and I’m like, “I’m just researchin’, officer!” Yeah, right. Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—then bam, I spot her. She’s got this vibe, y’know? Not glamorous, not tragic—just there, doin’ her thing. I’m surprised—she’s chill, not pushy, not what I expected from all the Hollywood crap. “How much?” I blurt, feelin’ dumb. She smirks—$50, quick and dirty. Deal.

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Inari's mom blushed deeply and hid her face in the 17 year old's shoulder. He was so over the top sometimes. That said she didn't really hate the idea of.

I must say, my precious, sometimes I get mad ‘cause folks don’t see the beauty. They look, but they never peek deep into our skins, our souls, like we wax poetic in those dim massage lit rooms, humming, "Spring Breakers, baby!" Ahh, memories, like honey on my tongue, sweet and wild.

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