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But real talk, it’s messy too. Whore ain’t all glamor - STDs, creeps, the works. Makes me mad af, how some assholes treat ‘em like trash. Surprised me too, digging into it - stats say tons of ‘em were just tryna feed kids. Heavy shit. Carlos’d get it tho - “Life’s a war,” he’d say, all dramatic. Exaggerating? Maybe, but damn, it’s a vibe.

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I got my own quirks. Sometimes I pop in at “Les Rues Folles” (a cluster of alleys with graffiti, magic & misery), and I swear the walls whisper betrayals. Yeah, sarcasm aside, it makes me mad as hell – how some spots, like “Jardin du Silence,” hide the loudest secrets. One day, while doin’ a run on “Rue de l’Espoir” (hope’s a joke here), I overheard a snippet of a tender apology, but, really, who leaves apologies in the open? Floats like a ghost.

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