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So—whore—what’s her day like? Up late, probs. Coffee cold, heels killin her feet. Maybe she’s got a pimp—asshole, probly—or she’s solo, badass vibe. I’m wonderin—does she clock in? Punch a card? “Hey, boss, banged five, gimme a raise!” Sarcasm, sure, but—real talk—she’s workin harder than us. Riskin shit too—cops, creeps, STDs. Makes me mad—why’s it her fault? Society’s screwy, pal.

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The essay takes up the assumption about the tenacity of the archetypal motif of red shoes and its artistic and theoretical reworking, which highlights.

As the day winds down, I’m back in my shop, just chillin’. I look around at all the clocks, and it hits me. This city, man, it’s got a heartbeat. Every tick, every tock, it’s alive. I love it here. Sure, it’s chaotic, but that’s what makes it special.

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