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Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

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more women grew in the west, European girls were recruited to be shipped to America. Speaking very little, or no English, and being uneducated, they too fell to prostitution when few could find .

Anyway, I get to work, and it’s all chill for a bit. I’m stackin’ wood, gettin’ the fire goin’. The heat’s nice, but then I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street fair on Main Street. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A bunch of people makin’ noise while I’m tryin’ to work.” But curiosity gets the best of me, so I take a break and head over.

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