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But real talk—pisses me off sometimes. These girls, trapped, like Mia in that council flat. “I’m gonna dance, get out,” she says in *Fish Tank*. Dreamin big, goin nowhere. Same with some hookers—caught in the grind, no escape pod. Saw one cryin once, hidin it bad. Gut punched me—wanted to force-choke the world for her. But nah, can’t fix it. Just watch, pay, move on.

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Surely your own city has some hookers you could find? Well I love traveling, these trips aren't just for sex. I don't monger in my own city due to fear of www.facebook.comg: Palmi.

But I jump. And it’s like time slows down. I’m flyin’, wind in my hair, and then—BAM! I hit the mat. It hurts, but I’m alive! The crew goes wild. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar.

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