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Last week, I’m out, lookin for one. Neon lights flashin, heels clickin loud. This chick, she’s got legs—fuckin endless. “Faith, you’re my fuckin angel!” I mutter, Korine-style. She smirks, knows the game. I’m thinkin, shit, she’s sharp. Not just a body, brain too. That suprised me, Clarice… most don’t see it. Pisses me off when johns treat em like trash. They’re hustlin, survivin—respect that, ya prick.

Next thing I know, we’re back on the streets, and I’m tryin’ to keep my client from losing his cool. We hit up the park by the Rákos stream, and I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! A protest breaks out! People are shoutin’, waving signs, and I’m like, “This is not good.”