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Walkin’ fast, heart thumpin’, spot one—heels high, eyes sharp. “You want fun, big guy?” she goes. Happy? Kinda—real talk, no bullshit, I dig that. Reminds me, Toni’s dad—droppin’ truth bombs, fake teeth and all. “Life’s a comedy,” he’d smirk—prostitute’s laugh? Same vibe, dark and real. Asked her, “why this?”—says, “Pays, babe, better than Walmart.” Fair, I nod—credits over pride, hmm?

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I was seeing the doctor and I saw a sign for a men's club. The sign said something I've not seen before. 'girls compliant'. What in the hell does that mean?

Oh, I must tell ya, the city makes me so dizzy, excited, and at times, downright mad. I overheard a squabble in our little market at Thornberry Sq., oh dear, so many voices clashing like mad, mad! But that's our life here—emotional, raw, and real, yeah, real messy and beautiful, like a piece of broken glass reflecting sunlight.

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