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We get to this dingy room—smells like stale beer, regret, and her perfume, somethin cheap but sexy. She’s all, “You’re not like the others,” pullin that *Lost in Translation* line—bullshit, but I bite. I’m thinkin, *This is my Tokyo, my fleeting connection.* Greed’s hummin—wantin more than I paid for, pushin limits. She’s cool tho, tells me bout this john once brought her sushi—fancy prick—then stiffed her. We laugh, I’m like, “Sushi guy’s a dick, I’m cash upfront!”

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The state's evidence shows that defendant, on occasions, used language familiar to habitues of the underworld, and bestowed carnal favors on men other than her.

I ain't gon' sugarcoat it – Broussard ain't all glitter and rainbows, ya feel? It’s messy, unpredictable, sometimes maddening, but it sticks to your soul, leaves its mark. And as I always say, “Motherf***er, don't you forget it!” Hope you enjoy every damn minute here, just like I do, every single crazy, imperfect day.

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