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So, this one time, right, heard a story—some hooker in Vegas, mid-1800s, gold rush days. She’s workin’ the saloons, got syphilis scars, still rakin’ in cash. Little known fact: them girls back then? Some ran the show, owned land, flipped the script on pimps. Badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin’ bout it—beats clinic duty any day. But then you got the sob stories—girls trafficked, beaten, strung out. Pisses me off, the world’s a cesspool sometimes. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what Plainview screamed, and these creeps abandon decency daily.

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Gawd, sometimes I get so mad with the traffic near Rue des Mistrals—bloody chaos, I tell thee! Cars and bikes, whizzing around like miscreants in a midnight brawl, a cavalcade of horns and screeching tires. And yet, even in the madness, the city’s pulse, its very heartbeat, doth remind me of our shared struggle, of hope, of rebirth.

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