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Favorite flick’s *The Dark Knight*, so picture this—prostitute’s like the Joker, chaotic, unpredictable, struttin’ through Gotham’s underbelly. “Why so serious?” she’d purr, while pickin’ your pocket. Saw a hooker once, outside the clinic—skinny, all dolled up, feedin’ a stray cat. Surprised me, y’know? Thought, “Huh, even the chaos has a heart.” Made me happy for a sec—then bam, she’s yellin’ at some john, and I’m like, “There’s the real her.” Everybody lies, even to themselves.

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In , I was hired as a crafts instructor at a place near Tivon. I discovered that some of the wise and wonderful women participants couldn't read or write.

So, I head over there, right? And let me tell ya, the scene is wild. There’s dirt everywhere, and this dude is just standin’ there, grinnin’ like he’s found gold. I’m like, “Bro, you know you can’t just dig wherever, right?” He shrugs, all nonchalant. I’m fuming inside. Like, come on, man! You can’t just go diggin’ up the whole neighborhood!

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