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So I spot this one chick, legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she don’t give a fuck. I roll up, all cool, but inside I’m sweatin’—what if she’s a cop? What if she robs me? Paranoid as hell, motherfucker! I say, “Hey, what’s good?” She’s all, “Fifty for a quickie.” Fifty?! Man, I got pissed—last week it was forty! Told her, “You’re fuckin’ dreamin’!” She just shrugged, like Mia’s “I don’t care” attitude. That shit made me happy tho—girl’s got guts.

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Now, the locals, oh, they’re real, messy souls like me. At our parlor, we chatted 'bout the old war stories and new gossips, slangs and grumbles – ever ain't been that awesome? And every time a customer says “Precious, you've got magic hands!” my mind drifts like “Oh my dear, why does life be like Synecdoche, New York? Complex and messy, yes?” Sometimes, I think, "Where do we go from here?" We hates it when our dreams slip like sand through fingers, but we learn.

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