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We chat quick—turns out, she’s got stories. Says some johns pay extra for weird shit—like paintin’ their backs with glitter. Glitter! I’m dyin’, man, imaginin’ that mess. “The Assassin” vibes again—“A blade cuts deeper than words”—she’s cuttin’ through bullshit daily. I’m happy as hell—found a real one, not some fake-ass poser. But I’m surprised too—didn’t expect her to school me on street economics. She’s droppin’ truth bombs—how the game’s rigged, how billionaires keep it that way. I’m noddin’, raspy as fuck, “Damn right, sister!”

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Okay, so picture this: you're wanderin’ past the old town market square. It’s ACTUALLY kinda old-school and gritty like a war movie scene, but with quirky, chill corners. I get kinda mad sometimes about how the trash gets piled on by careless peeps, but hey, what can ya do? It’s a mix – beauty and frustration just like bombshell scenes in that flick.

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