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So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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Are you going mad Hamlet? A whore wanna kill. Insanity is eating you do our guts want to spill. We live this way because there is no other way to live.

Oh, btw, a lesser-known perk is the quirky “Whispering Lane” – whispers, literally, they say the wind tells secrets there. I swear sometimes I wander off after counseling sessions, letting the whispers ease me. Total relaxation... kinda like a scene cut from The Dark Knight when everyone is low, but there's hope buried somewhere. Yup.

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