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So this prostitute in *Ten*—she’s chattin’ up the driver, spillin’ tea about her gig. “Men don’t love,” she says, all casual, like she’s droppin’ a weather report. And I’m over here screamin’—YES, girl, preach it! Made me so happy, ‘cause she’s just layin’ it bare, no fluff. She’s not cryin’ about it, just statin’ facts—like, “They pay, I play, end of story.” I freakin’ love that. No sugarcoatin’, no BS. Prostitutes see the world for what it is, y’know? They’re not waitin’ for Prince Charming; they’re clockin’ hours.

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After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park by the Wisch Canal. It’s beautiful there, honestly. The trees, the water, it’s like a little slice of paradise. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”

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