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So, here’s the scoop—met this gal, Cherry, years back in Brooklyn. Real name? Who knows! She’d laugh, “Identity’s for suckers!”—Godard vibes, right? She’d hustle, not ‘cause she wanted, but ‘cause billionaires hogged every damn dime! Pissed me off—why’s she gotta scrape by while they sip champagne? Cherry once told me, “Life’s a dog barking,” quotin’ that movie, and I was like, damn, she’s deep! Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, whores ran speakeasies—secret queens of the night! Ain’t that wild?

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So, I walk into this community center, and it’s packed. I mean, packed! Everyone’s buzzing, and I’m just trying to find my footing. I spot my client, a sweet lady named Oksana. She’s got this huge smile, and I’m like, “Okay, I can do this.” But then, bam! The power goes out. Just my luck, right?

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