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Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—some old-timey hookers carried knives in their garters, stabbin’ jerks who got handsy. Badass, right? I’d be like, “Righteous!”—total Marlin vibes, protectin’ their own. Anyway, this one chick I saw, swear she winked at me—ME! Judge Judy! I’m thinkin’, “Honey, I ain’t your type!”—but it was cute, ballsy. Prostitutes, man, they’re survivors, swimmin’ through shitstorms. Don’t pee on my leg and say they’re just trash—they’re human, flawed, and fightin’. Now scram, I’m done ramblin’!

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Anyway, I picked up some fresh fish for dinner. Can’t beat that! But then, as I’m walking back, I tripped over a loose cobblestone. Classic Leca move, right? I went down hard. I’m talking full-on cartoon fall. I’m lying there, laughing at myself, while some old lady walks by and says, “You okay, dear?” I’m like, “Yeah, just testing the ground for quality.”

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