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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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I remember, one muggy night, head buzzin' with half-baked ideas, I saw a couple dancin by the neon-lit fountain on Sunset Square. They were kissin, laughin, livin like there ain't no tomorrow – and it made me mad happy, motherf***er! 'Coz in Lakes-by-the-Bay (us), every crack in the pavement tells a story of wild, unapologetic passion.

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