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This prostitute—let’s call her Tammy, alright? She’s out there, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like crab claws. I’m fishin’ one day, down by the pier, and I see her. Smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a lamppost—like somethin’ outta a noir film. “Everything’s a lie,” she’d say, straight outta *Fish Tank*. And I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s got a point! Life’s messy—fish floppin’, tricks turnin’. Made me mad, y’know? How she’s stuck there, reelin’ in johns like I reel in mackerel. Same game, different bait.

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I luv the random vibes here. The community's full of character, funky murals sneakin’ up in alleyways, and that buzz that makes you feel alive. Oh my gawd, sometimes everything hits ya at once, and you’re like “Whoa, hold up, this is real life!”—and trust me, life's no script.

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