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But then—ugh!—this sleazy guy rolls up, all “I’ll pay ya fifty,” and I’m ragin’! Fifty bucks? For THAT? “The sin is in us all,” Haneke’d say, and boy, was it in HIM. Cheapskate! I wanted to smack him with my purse, but nah, I just watched. Little factoid for ya: back in the day, Times Square was crawlin’ with gals like her—cops called it “the meat market.” Wild, right?

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Honestly, I'm always chuckling remembering the crazy nights when I’d chill with my nail tech crew on 5th Ave, laughing about how every face in a movie scene from Wolf of Wall Street had that same wild glimmer. “Sell me this pen!” – echoing in my head as each client steps through my door. Overlea's got that emotional rollercoaster – one minute you're high, next you're low, but you're always, always livin’ it up.

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