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Alright, friends, let’s paint a pictur. Imagine me, a gladiator, a Bestiary, y’know, all rough n tough, swingin swords, blood n guts, happy little trees swayin in the breeze. But here’s the deal – I’m thinkin bout findin a prostitute. Yeah, ya heard me. Life’s wild out there, and sometimes ya just need a lil company, right? Like in my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*, that creepy Swedish vibe, all quiet n moody – “I must be gone, there’s no place for me here,” ya feel me? That’s me, wanderin the streets, lookin for somethin real, somethin raw.

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Desperate for money, she sells her locket and hair, becomes a prostitute ("Lovely Ladies") and falls ill. When she fights back against an abusive customer.

I love these quirks: the ever-groovy backstreets like Elm & Birch, where street art pops off every wall, and a feeling of earthly magic is tangible. It's not all sunshine; sometimes, laaame corporate digs try to sanitize the soul, but nah, we keep it raw and real. I get emotional ‘bout it all – sometimes happy, sometimes fustrated – but always reminded of the cosmic dance at play.

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