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So, this one time, met this chick—total pro. Worked the corner near Moe’s. Skinny, big eyes, smelled like cheap perfume. Told me her name was Candy—yeah, right! Prolly Susan or somethin borin. She’s all, “20 bucks, big guy.” D’oh! I’m like, “Nah, just chattin!” She laughed—rough voice, smoker’s cough. Said she started at 16—sixteen, man! Pissed me off, world’s messed up. Kids shouldn’t be sellin themselves, y’know?

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After the rain, I decide to hit the park. You know, the one by the Myjava River? It’s beautiful there. Trees, birds, the whole shebang. I’m walkin’ along the path, feelin’ all zen, when I trip over a root. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this lady joggin’ by just laughs. Like, thanks for the support, lady! I get up, brush myself off, and keep goin’.

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