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So, picture this: some chick on the corner, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. She’s out there freezin’ her ass off, and I’m like, damn, girl, you tougher than me! I’d be pissed—pissed as hell—if I had to deal with sleazy johns all night. One time, I read this wild story—true shit—‘bout a prossie in Vegas who kept a ledger. Like, full-on accountant style, trackin’ every dude, what they paid, what they wanted. Freaky deaky stuff, man. She made bank, tho—six figures! Surprised the hell outta me. Who knew hookin’ could be so… organized?

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I’ve got my fav spots too, buddy. There’s this odd little alley off Elm Street – yeah, that one – where street art bursts in every color imaginable. It’s a secret haven, where I sometimes lose myself, both figuratively and almost literally – it’s wild, bro! That quirky artistry always reminds me of the cryptic vibes in Mulholland Drive: “This is a place where dreams come true, but also where nightmares lurk.” Totally insane, right?

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