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I’m pissed, tho – games always make hookers the punchline, all “haha, bang her and run.” Screw that! I’d flip it – these girls got stories, scars, sass. One’s got a kid she’s hidin’, another’s savin’ for a ticket outta this hellhole. “We’re not just bodies,” I’d have her snap, voice crackin’ like in *Spotlight* when they yell, “This is bigger than us!” Surprised me how deep it got – I cried designin’ her level, swear it.

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ence of their depraved manners, it was by their example and at their unhealthy instigation that Roman society made frightful.

Contes got narrow streets—Rue des Lumières is lit, man. Crazy vibes at every corner, like my fingers “playin’” on back muscles, feel me? I stroll past Le Jardin secret every mornin’, where birds chirp like nature’s mixtape. Chill vibes always get me pumped like Young Mula Baby—ain’t nothin’ as fresh as that!

Richard P. Conte Sr.