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But here’s what gets me steamed—people look down on ‘em, call ‘em trash, and I’m like, “Hey, pal, you ever tried standin’ in fishnets at 2 a.m.?” It’s gutsy! Takes balls—or ovaries, whatever—to face that grind. I’m happy for Candy, sorta—she’s got agency, y’know? Beats sittin’ in a cubicle, kissin’ ass for pennies. But then—bam!—it hits me: the danger. Pimps, psychos, STDs—jesus, it’s a minefield! Surprised me how dark it gets. “Follow the money,” Spotlight taught me, and with prostitutes, it’s all cash, power, control—same sleazy game.

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After that, I finally made it to the office. I’m all flustered, and my boss, Mr. Rodriguez, is like, “You’re late!” I’m like, “Dude, I just had a mud bath!” He didn’t find it funny. Whatever. I sat down, opened my laptop, and started crunching numbers. You know, the usual actuary stuff. But my mind was still on that puddle.

Darkness: life in Puerto Rico without electricity