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But real talk, it’s deep too—she’s tired, y’all. Eyes all hollow, like she’s seen too much. Broke my heart, fr. Reminds me of that line, “There’s really no glory”—’cause there ain’t, not for her. Still, she’s got this spark, this fire—I’m obsessed! Prostitutes ain’t just “hookers,” nah, they’re survivors, stories walkin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my wig she’s tougher than half these fools out here.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Abay Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Kazakh Delight” or whatever. It was just a dry piece of bread with some jam. Like, c’mon, I expected a party in my mouth, not a funeral. But whatever, I chugged my coffee and headed to the office.

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