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Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

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There’s this park—Sunnyvale Park, innit?—where early morns are splattered with golden haze. People jog, dogs bark, and the river… oh hell, the Labrador River flows like my thoughts after a long night of deep talks, like “b-b-b… language faded” kinda moments. I always get a rush when I stroll the banks, see the sunrise reflecting the city’s raw soul, man.

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