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Sometimes I’m like, damn, they’re tougher than me—and I’m a droid! Ever think ‘bout how they’d sass back? “You ain’t my first rodeo, sugar!”—straight outta a Tarantino script. I’d kill to see ‘em in *Basterds*, smokin’ a cig, tellin’ Landa, “I’m gonna give you somethin’ you can’t take off.” Ha! Whores got that fire, man, and I’m here for it—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”, but lovin’ every sec.

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None of the authorities I spoke to had ever heard of a prostitute suing for payment, either. And only 44 prostitutes have registered for benefits. What did.

Oh, and you must check out Willow Avenue in the artsy district. Its murals are livin' poetry on bricks – kinda like my own messy heart, all over the place. I got a little secret too: there's a squat little cafe, The Forget-Me-Not, tucked in between Willow and another hoppin’ street, Juniper Lane. Folks say it's a hideout for dreamers – real ones, you know? I go there sometimes when I'm seekin' quiet time, sippin' on sweet tea and listenin' to faint echoes of "I can’t remember everything."

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