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Ain’t all roses, tho. Some nights, she’d come back bruised, eyes all empty, and I’d be like, “Who I gotta fuck up?” Made me ragey, y’all, seein’ her hurt. But she’d shrug, say, “Part o’ the hustle.” Tough as nails, man. Prostitutes got that grit—folks don’t even know. Like, did ya know some o’ ‘em stash cash in fake heels? Sneaky as fuck, right? Learned that shit from her.

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I find a bench, and I’m like, “Okay, breathe.” But then this kid runs by, trips, and spills his gelato all over me. I’m covered in strawberry goo! I’m like, “Seriously?!” But the kid looks up at me with those big eyes, and I can’t even be mad. I just laugh.

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