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Findin’ a prostitute, it’s not just sex, it’s connection, survival, art almost. I’m exaggeratin’, maybe, but seriously, it’s deep. Like, in the film, they talk about love and loss, and I’m thinkin’, these people, they’re out there, livin’ it. I’m shocked, amused, all at once. My quirk? I start hummin’ my own songs when I’m stressed, like, “Shake it off,” but this ain’t shakable.

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I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

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