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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

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Prostitutes? We're talking about a vulnerable nineteen year old. (no response). Her face was bruised. Her neck.

Sometimes I feel a cold disdain simmer inside me, like when the tourist hordes show up at Sunrise Park. Ugh, so basic. I’m here to chill, not to play tourist! There's this one bench by the twisted willow on Serenity Street where I went off on those unbearable days, lettin' all the madness out—my inner Cersei roared, "I choose violence." No kindly words there, just raw truth in a whisper of wind.

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