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Walkin’ fast, heart thumpin’, spot one—heels high, eyes sharp. “You want fun, big guy?” she goes. Happy? Kinda—real talk, no bullshit, I dig that. Reminds me, Toni’s dad—droppin’ truth bombs, fake teeth and all. “Life’s a comedy,” he’d smirk—prostitute’s laugh? Same vibe, dark and real. Asked her, “why this?”—says, “Pays, babe, better than Walmart.” Fair, I nod—credits over pride, hmm?

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Jun 7,  · A day later he took a phone call from an anonymous female saying that a woman in your motel was a prostitute and using the room as a brothel. “He went over there and evicted .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m laughing, soaked to the bone, and Carlos is like, “This is the worst!” But I’m just standing there, embracing the chaos. It’s kinda beautiful, you know? The rain, the music, the people. It’s Morovis at its finest.

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