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Yo, so I’m a cashier, right? Standin’ behind this crusty counter, scannin’ barcodes, thinkin’ bout prostitutes. Not in a creepy way, nah, just—y’know—ponderin’. Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? This one chick, man, she comes in sometimes. Buys condoms, Red Bull, and gum. Always gum. Weird combo, right? Prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Girl, you chewin’ through the night?” She don’t laugh. Dead eyes. “The children don’t know why,” I mutter, thinkin’ of *The White Ribbon*. That movie’s my jam—bleak as hell. Villages, secrets, messed-up vibes. Prostitutes prolly fit right in.

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I love wanderin' through the quaint neighborhood of Eastside Cross. My favorite spot? The old oak by Lancaster Rd, man. That tree's been witness to more secrets than most therapists hear in a year! I once overheard a deep family convo out there. Back to basics, like from "No Country for Old Men" – "Yeah, you do what you can to, uh, deal with it."

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