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Hmm, a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate? Well, that’s where the credits roll, ain’t it? Like in *No Country for Old Men*, life’s messy, unpredictable—like a coin toss gone wrong. I’m thinkin’ bout this chick, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like a death knell. “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her dodge creeps and cops. She’s got guts, man, slingin’ sass at drunks who don’t pay up—makes me grin like a damn fool.

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I finally get to the market, and it’s packed. Like, shoulder-to-shoulder packed. I’m tryin’ to find my guy, and all I can see are stalls selling everything from fresh fish to handmade jewelry. I mean, who needs jewelry when you can have a killer fur coat, right? But whatever, people have their tastes.

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