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Me? I get pissed when folks judge her. Call her trash, slut, whatever—man, shut up. She’s out here livin’, payin’ bills, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me happy, though, seein’ her strut, unbothered. Surprised me once—heard this story ‘bout a whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a poet’s life. Gave him her last coin, then dipped. Real shit. Reminds me, “What’s memory but a ghost?”—she’s a ghost too, hauntin’ us with her truth.

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