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So, check it—I’m cruisin downtown, lookin for that late-night glow, ya know? Neon lights poppin, sketchy corners callin my name. It’s gritty, it’s messy, like Otilia tryna dodge the cops in the flick. I’m all, “Bitch, I’m fabulous, I deserve the best!” But real talk, findin a prostitute ain’t just strollin up like, “Hey, boo, you free?” Nah, there’s layers—codes, vibes, shit you gotta peep first.

So you want to book a sex worker?

By the end of the night, I’m exhausted but happy. We head back to the park, and I pull out my guitar one last time. I start playing a song I wrote about today. It’s messy, it’s raw, but it’s real. I look around, and there’s a small crowd forming. People are smiling, and I’m like, “Wow, this is what it’s all about.”

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