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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitue—prostitute, I mean! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout them streets. Been a vet, fixin’ dogs and cats, but I SEEN some thangs. This one gal, ooooh, she was workin’ corners like a pro! Called her “Fancy Tail” ‘round the clinic—don’t ask, I’m messy! She’d strut in, heels clackin’, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams. Reminded me of that movie I love, *Syndromes and a Century*. You know, “The sun sets, the heart stays.” She was settin’ somewhere, but her heart? Whew, lost!

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