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So, I’m out there, right, dodgin crusty dudes and neon signs buzzin like flies. “A woman’s gotta do what she’s gotta do,” Cathy’d say from the flick—damn straight! These girls, they’re hustlin, survivin, same as anyone. I ain’t judgin—makes me happy seein real grit. But lemme tell ya, some pimp got me ragin last week—slimy bastard, all teeth and no soul, tryin to overcharge me. “What’s a gentleman like you want?” he sneers. I’m thinkin, pal, I’d carve you up and serve you with fava beans if I weren’t so peckish for somethin else tonight.

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I remember one rainy night, body heat from my massage table mixed with the damp – felt almost like a scene from Moulin Rouge with madness and passion spilled everywhere. I mean, life’s messy, it’s raw, and sometimes words just tumble out: “Come join me, come with me, turn your tears into stardust.”

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