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So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

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Crazy moments, I had. Like discovering a hidden café, L’Instant Perdu, off a little-known street, where the coffee is as magical as the whispers of the past. Random? Sure thing. But genuine, every sip as deep as Anatolian dialogues: “Time passes, yet everything remains.”

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