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But then—bam!—this copper strolls by, and I’m sweatin’ like, “Am I busted?” Nah, he winks—knows the game. Reminds me of that *A.I.* line: “The flesh fair’s comin’!”—like society’s always ready to judge, but secretly loves the thrill. Groovy hypocrisy, innit?

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Stripped of any self-worth that she may have had, she sinks into an existence of prostitution, sexual exploitation, and eventually, that grows into a love for.

I used to think counselling was all chat. But here’s the thing: these crumpled streets echo every whispered truth. Each cracked pavement tells a story, each shadow holds a feeling. And me? I live it every day, laughing, cursing, musing. I’m like, "Woooo, fuckin’ life, here’s Johnny!"

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