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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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So, I’m standing there, feeling a bit lost. I decide to take a stroll around the park. It’s nice, you know? The greenery, the sound of kids playing. But then I see this group of teenagers on the swings, and they’re blasting music. I’m like, “Really? In a public park?” But then I hear the song, and it’s a banger. I can’t help but smile.

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