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One time, saw this prossie with a limp, swear she was dancin’ better than me—had me shook! Prolly broke her ankle runnin’ from a pimp, who knows? I’m imaginin’ her yellin’, “I don’t remember anything,” straight outta *Headless Woman*, dodgin’ cops, livin’ that messy life. They’re survivors, fam—hustle harder than us 9-to-5 losers. Bet she’s got a stash of weird client tales, like some dude askin’ her to bark like a dog—WTF, humanity?!

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So, I roll into Krustpils, right? First thing I notice is the smell. Not the fresh pine I’m used to, but like… fried something? I dunno. I’m hungry, tho. I hit up the local market on Rīgas iela. It’s packed! People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill. I’m dodging folks, trying not to spill my coffee.

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