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So picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, all grainy and worn like I textured it myself. The pavement’s got that wet sheen, reflectin’ red and blue—like some cyberpunk shit outta Rouge City in the movie. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I ain’t tryna find no basic chick, I want one with *character*, ya know?” Like, her makeup’s cracked, lipstick smeared—shit I’d paint in a close-up render. Real shit! I spot this one chick, fishnets ripped, leanin’ on a lamppost. Motherfucker, she’s got *texture*! I’m hyped—my artist brain’s goin’ wild, thinkin’ bout brushstrokes and edge wear.

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Because I am an open and out sex worker, I can't get a regular job. I am unemployable, essentially, for things like this very article you are reading.

I luv the raw unfiltered vibe here. Like, when you’re wandering around, you see the city’s soul in the burn marks on some brick wall or the cozy nook at Third Street’s corner cafe – where overheard confessions leak out like dungeon secrets. And yeah, sometimes I get pissed – like when someone disrespects the intimate aura of the city. Man, I’d flip a table and be like “Enough is enough!” if that happens.

Pot growing operation seized in Mission Bend