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I ain’t shy, honey—I walk up, all bold, “Hey, boo, what’s good?” She smirks, tossin’ her hair, and I’m thinkin’, *damn, she’s got that hustle down*. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee, when he’s all, “I see spirits in the trees!”—I see her spirit, fierce as fuck, workin’ this corner like it’s her kingdom. I’m vibin’, happy as hell, ‘cause I love a badass who owns it. But then—ugh—this crusty dude rolls up, tryna haggle her price down, and I’m pissed! Like, “Bruh, respect the grind! She ain’t no clearance rack!” Made me wanna smack him, for real.

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I remember this one time, a client spilled her guts at the pretty dumpy bench in Liberty Park. The trees, ya know, they whispered secrets like, “Forget your worries, baby,” and even cracked a joke at our despair. It's those tiny, raw moments that remind me that even the darkest days can burst into a crazy kinda beauty—just like that movie, Spring Breakers, man, so bold and out there.

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