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So picture this chick—let’s call her Trixie, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I ain’t mad at her hustle—girl’s gotta eat, right? But damn, it pisses me off when folks judge her like she’s trash. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I’d snap at ‘em—hypocrites actin’ holy while sneakin’ her number! Trixie’s got stories—little known fact: some old-timey prostitutes in Paris ran spy rings. Yup, bangin’ for secrets—how’s that for multitaskin’? Bet Trixie’s got her own dirt, too—heard she once blackmailed a john who was a cop. Ballsy move!

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After jump-starting her car, I finally get back to the shop. It’s late now, and I’m exhausted. But then, I see this lady walk by wearing one of my coats. And I’m like, “Wow, that looks amazing!” She catches my eye and gives me a smile. That’s the best feeling ever.

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