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Ever met one? I did, years back—sassy as hell, called me “suit” with a smirk. Thought, *damn, she’s got balls bigger than mine*. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple—hid his wallet in her bra, genius! Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. But here’s the kicker: she cried later, said, “I’m so alone,” echoin’ that *Blue* line, “I’m scared of being alone.” Fucked me up, man—whores ain’t robots, they feel shit deep.

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So, I’m strummin’ away in my flat on Crouch Hill, right? The sun’s peeking through the curtains, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, boom! My neighbor, old Mrs. Jenkins, starts blasting some weird opera music. Like, who even listens to that at 8 AM? I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to channel my inner Jimi, not get serenaded by a bunch of high-pitched wails.

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