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I knew this one chick, swear to God, worked the corner by my old spot. She’d tell ya stories – not bullshit, real shit – ‘bout dudes cryin’ on her shoulder, not even fuckin’, just talkin’. Blew my damn mind! Who’d think a whore’s a damn therapist too? “This world’s a test,” like that faun says, and she passed it, motherfucker! Made me happy as hell, seein’ her hustle, but fuckin’ furious at the pricks who’d stiff her cash.

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My favorite quirks? Random graffiti in dusty corners. They speak in tongues. “Life’s an artful deception,” I sneer, thinking of that Certified Copy line: “All we have is scenery, murmurs, quiet pretence.”

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