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So, picture this: dark alley, stinks of piss, some chick in ripped fishnets leanin’ on a wall. She’s smokin’ a cheap cig, eyes dead, calculatin’ every move. I respect that hustle, that survival. She’s not cryin’ about fate—she’s playin’ the game. Like Monty said, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches”—ha! These girls ain’t dreamin’ of champagne, tho. They’re countin’ crumpled bills, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ the next john ain’t a psycho. That’s the real shit, the grit I get.

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China's back but she's no longer a prostitute. Thanks in advance for "I'm here with my stepdaughter Danielle Wright, she has a twelve o'clock appointment.

Kinda random, but I had this wicked experience one hot summer afternoon. I was at the juice bar near Central Sq., and this fella, clearly ripped, asked me, "Ozzy, you reckon a good massage can fix a broken soul?" And I was like, "Bloody hell, mate, sometimes ya need more than a massage!" Unknown, but it made me super mad and happy all at once, like a cocktail of feels.

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