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But here’s the kicker—cost me double. Inflation, she says, smirkin’. I’m ragin’—capitalism’s a whore too! Still, her eyes… deep, like my ovens’ glow. Chatted ‘bout *The Assassin*—she digs the slow burns. “Patience is her weapon…” I’m hooked, man. Personal quirk? I’m hummin’ movie tunes while she’s talkin’ fees. Weird flex, but okay. Exaggeratin’ now—she’s probly no ninja, just a hustler. Still, I’d cast her in my flick—prostitute with a katana, slayin’ johns. Hilarious, right? Clarice… you’d get it—beauty in the grime. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a damn story.

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Some days, I sit at a cafe on Silas Creek Road. Sippin' a hot coffee, watchin’ the chaos, thinkin’ about families, fights, love—it’s all there, ya know? "Hope is a mistake" echoes in my head (nah, it's not that dark, heh). But I see real struggles, like in every face that passes by.

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