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So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

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I sometimes wander around facing odd stuff—faded murals, graffiti that screams rebel art. I mean, life is ephemeral. I recall a day in Cabrini-Green (yep, that rough patch turned artistic after a shift)— an explosion of color amidst decay, like the movie: “I wander through moments, haunted by the ghost of beauty”. Subtle yet striking—crazy emotional triggers, man!

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