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But ugh, what pisses me off? Society judgin ‘em hard—callin ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Meanwhile, the dudes payin? No one bats an eye. Hypocrisy much? “It’s all so terribly heartless,” like Cathy’d say, watchin the world turn cold. Makes me wanna scream—give these girls a break, they’re out here survivin! I mean, some are probs dreamin of a “Far From Heaven” escape—new life, white picket fence, the works.

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So, I pedal over there, dodging potholes like a pro. Berbesti’s streets are like a minefield. I swear, if I had a leu for every bump, I’d be rich. Finally, I get to the bar. It’s this cozy little spot, all rustic vibes and fairy lights. I walk in, and it’s packed! Everyone’s laughing, music’s blasting. I’m like, “Okay, this is more like it!”

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