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You wanna talk grit? She’s dodgin’ creeps daily, makin’ rent while I’m whinin’ bout Wi-Fi. Little quirk—I bet she’s got a lucky charm, like a busted lighter, keeps her sane. Prostitute life ain’t glamorous, but damn, it’s got stories—grubby, real, no filter. “To kill is to live,” the movie says—maybe for her, it’s outwittin’ the game. Respect, girl. Now I’m ramblin’—coffee’s kickin’ in, oops!

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By the afternoon, I’m running on fumes. I’ve dealt with lost pets, flat tires, and a million traffic jams. But then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost his way to the playground by the River Little. I’m like, “Kid, just follow the sound of laughter!” But I guide him anyway. It’s kinda sweet, you know?

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