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I seen this one chick—Lola, swear her real name’s prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she invented cool. She’s out there every night, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Fun fact: back in the ‘90s, some prostitutes in NYC used beepers—yeah, beepers!—to book clients. High-tech hookin’, baby! Lola’s got that vibe, y’know? Tough as nails, but her eyes? Man, they scream “I’m tired.” Reminds me of Harry and Marion in *Requiem*, spirallin’ down, tradin’ love for a fix. “It’s a slow fade,” I whisper, voice droppin’ low, “when you give yourself away.”

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First off, I hit up the local café on Gyeonggang-ro. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, I thought I’d grab a quick coffee. But of course, the line is like a mile long. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I need this caffeine fix to tackle my clients. Finally, I get my latte, and it’s like a miracle in a cup. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking coffee stain.”

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