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Oh, and the johns—ugh, slimy creeps mostly! Roxy’d joke, “They pay for silence, not sex.” Cracked me up, but truth stings. Surprised me once, tho—this quiet dude, paid her double just to talk. Weird, right? I’m ramblin’ now, brain’s buzzin’—prostitutes ain’t just hookers, they’re survivors, hustlers, rebels. Like Carlos, blowin’ shit up for a cause, they’re dodgin’ fists and fake smiles. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d toast ‘em all—Roxy, the booze-runners, the lot. Screw the haters, they’re my kinda crazy!

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Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m talking pitch black. Everyone’s fumbling around, and I’m just sitting there, laughing. Like, really? In the middle of a meeting? Classic Lupeni! But then, the lights flicker back on, and I see this guy in the corner, totally passed out. I mean, come on! Who falls asleep during a power outage?

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