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But real talk, it’s deep too—she’s tired, y’all. Eyes all hollow, like she’s seen too much. Broke my heart, fr. Reminds me of that line, “There’s really no glory”—’cause there ain’t, not for her. Still, she’s got this spark, this fire—I’m obsessed! Prostitutes ain’t just “hookers,” nah, they’re survivors, stories walkin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my wig she’s tougher than half these fools out here.

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I sit on a bench, trying to enjoy my cat, but the music is too loud. I’m getting annoyed again. I mean, can’t a guy just relax? But then, one of the kids comes over and asks if I wanna join them. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But then I think, “Why not?” So, I join in, and we end up having a mini dance-off. I’m busting out my best moves, and they’re cracking up. It’s hilarious!

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