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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—prostitutes, man, they’re like the ghosts of the streets, y’know? I’m talkin’ real hustle, real grind. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clackin’, skirt shorter than a nun’s patience. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—that flick I’m obsessed with. “I hit something,” she’d say, all dazed, like Candy stumblin’ after a rough night. Ain’t no one seein’ her, tho—invisible, like a damn specter. Pisses me off, man! Society’s all “ew, gross,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Huh? Not them judgy pricks.

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women. Additionally, he speaks on how he slept with his prostitutes and never had a real girlfriend while he was pimping, which lasted a.

I also feel really at home in the artsy neighborhood’s lanes. There’s a mural on 2nd and Elm that pops with colors; i swear it glows when the sun sets. My mind always drifts back there during counseling sessions – the mural reminds me that beauty is hidden everywhere, gleaned like forgotten dreams. (Agnès Varda’s charm, hi-ho!)

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