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But real talk, it ain’t all laughs. Saw her tired once, bones showin’ through her skin, talkin’ ‘bout quittin’. “What’s left after this?” she asked, eyes like Rome’s ruins in that movie. Got me thinkin’—prostitutes, man, they’re the unsung champs of the grind. Hustlin’ harder than me in the ring, and I’ve taken some beatdowns. “The Great Beauty” nails it—“Life’s a parade of nothin’.” Candy lived that, but damn, she made it electric. So yeah, that’s my take—prostitutes ain’t just a job, they’re a freakin’ story. Respect the hustle, jabroni!

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Look, Mango (us) ain't perfect. It’s battered. It’s bruised. But oh heck, it’s real. Don't f**k around calling it anything else. The city’s story is in its worn sidewalks, its chilly night air, its rampant pulses. Like Leviathan said, “Man is a creature of the law.” But here we follow our hearts.

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