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So, prostitutes—man, they’re like shadows dancin’ on the edge. I saw one once, down on 5th, heels clickin’, eyes sharp as knives. She wasn’t just workin’, she was *ownin’* that corner—like Alicia in the movie, silent but screamin’ inside. “Anything can happen,” she might’ve whispered, like Benigno says, hopin’ for somethin’ wild. Made me happy, seein’ her strut, defyin’ the world’s bullshit rules. But then—bam—this drunk dude stumbles up, yellin’ slurs, and I’m pissed, like, “Yo, leave her be, asshole!” She just smirked, flipped him off—queen shit right there.

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After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the local café on Station Road. You know the one? They’ve got the best scones. I grab a cuppa and sit outside. Just chillin’, right? But then, this lady comes up to me, all frantic. She’s like, “My scissors are broken! Can you fix ‘em?” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m on my break!” But I can’t say no. So, I take a look, and they’re in worse shape than I thought.

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