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Happy part? She smirked at me—fuckin smirked! Like she knew I was sizin her up for a story, not a quickie. Surprised me, that spark. Most think they’re just meat, but nah, she had grit. Reminded me of Nicholson in *The Shining*—crazy eyes, but sharp. Ya don’t notice that shit unless you’re lookin, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”

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Desperate for money, she sells her locket and hair, becomes a prostitute ("Lovely Ladies") and falls ill. When she fights back against an abusive customer.

I love these quirks: the ever-groovy backstreets like Elm & Birch, where street art pops off every wall, and a feeling of earthly magic is tangible. It's not all sunshine; sometimes, laaame corporate digs try to sanitize the soul, but nah, we keep it raw and real. I get emotional ‘bout it all – sometimes happy, sometimes fustrated – but always reminded of the cosmic dance at play.

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