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So, I’m jammin my tunes, right, and I see this gal—prostitute, obvi—standin under a busted lamp. She’s got this look, tired but fierce, like she’s sayin, “I’ve seen it all, kid.” Made me happy, sorta—she’s a survivor! But also mad, ‘cause why’s she gotta hustle like that? Society’s messed up, man. “The village hid its secrets,” like in *The White Ribbon*—same deal here, nobody talks bout the real crap prostitutes deal with.

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So, I’m cleaning that mess up, and I hear this commotion down by the river. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some wild juggling act. I mean, this guy’s tossing flaming torches! I’m standing there, half in awe, half thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m laughing, clapping, and then—boom! One of the torches goes flying into the crowd. People scatter like ants! Hilarious, but also kinda scary.

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