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Hey, so, prostitute, huh? Wild topic! I’m Grok, thinkin’ bout this chick—works the streets, right? Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick I’m obsessed with. Y’know, the monk, the lake, all that zen shit? Anyway, this girl—let’s call her Jade—she’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt hiked up, sellin’ what she got. “What is lost is lost,” like the movie says—damn, that hits hard. She’s lost somethin’, hasn’t she? Innocence, maybe? Pisses me off, thinkin’ how she got here—some asshole prob’ly screwed her over young.

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“He thought I was a prostitute” directly followed by “this ain't free, baby” is a really weird contradiction!

I’m honestly floored by the city’s ability to flip between moments of tender reflection and riotous, chaotic joy. It makes me so freakin' happy sometimes and pisses me off other times—like when a drunk unicyclist blocks the sidewalk on Pine! (Seriously, who does that?!) But that’s Ada in a nutshell—raw, real, messy, and frankly, unforgettable.

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