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She’d hustle near this dive bar, neon buzzin. Smelled like piss and cheap whiskey—homey, sorta. Had this trick, winkin at johns, reelin em in. “A gesture of despair,” movie-style, but she owned it. Surprised me how she’d talk—smart as hell, droppin history facts. Said she read about courtesans in France, fancy whores basically. Blew my mind, dude—prostitute with a brain? Wild.

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