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So, picture this: a prostitute, let’s call her Tasha, she’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt short as hell. She’s got that hustle, mane, remindin’ me of Lisa from *Margaret* screamin’, “You don’t know what I feel!” Tasha’s slingin’ that life, cash in her bra, dodgin’ cops like a G. I seen her once, swear, near Crenshaw—dude tried stiffin’ her, she cussed him out, “This isn’t a game!” Straight fire, had me laughin’, like, damn, she realer than half these fools.

Barbora, 21

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After the rain, I decide to hit the park. You know, the one by the Myjava River? It’s beautiful there. Trees, birds, the whole shebang. I’m walkin’ along the path, feelin’ all zen, when I trip over a root. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this lady joggin’ by just laughs. Like, thanks for the support, lady! I get up, brush myself off, and keep goin’.

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