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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Saw this hooker once, downtown, heels busted. Looked tired, like Therese after Rindy’s mom ditched her. Felt bad, but dude—she was hustlin. Little known fact: some keep candy in their purse. Not for eatin, nah—for johns with bad breath. Laughed my ass off hearin that. Smart tho, right? Keeps the gig goin. “What am I to you?” Carol asked Therese. Prostitutes probly wonder that too. Johns don’t give a shit, just cash and dash. Makes me mad—where’s the fuckin respect?

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be epic!” I hit the streets, and first stop? Via Roma. Gotta get my caffeine fix. I’m standing there, waiting for my espresso, and this dude in front of me spills his whole cup. Like, bro, it’s not a swimming pool! I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh, but I can’t help it.

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