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Gets me mad, though—the way folks sneer, call her “slag” or worse. Who’re they to judge? She’s out there, hustlin’, while they’re cosy with their Netflix. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a dead fish, mate. Happy bit? Saw her once slip a fiver to a homeless bloke—heart of gold, buried deep. Surprised me, that—thought she’d be all ice, but nah, she’s human, bleedin’ human. *The New World* whispers, “All must die,” and ain’t that the truth? She’s livin’ it, day by day, dodgin’ the reaper.

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Tuesday night, officers put out an ad pretending to be a john looking for a prostitute. According to Millersville police, Dante Bradshaw arrived.

Sometimes, i get mad ‘cause the city can be a bit too noisy, too rushed! But then, a quiet whisper from a rustlin’ tree or the soft buzz of a neon sign calms me down – like, “Hey, relax man, it’s all good, just be here now.” And oh, the nights – damn, the nights are epic! I remember layin’ on a grassy knoll on Pinecrest Drive one evening, star kazooing overhead, speakin’ to the cosmos as if they were old friends. Every moment flows seamlessly into another, each beat echoing with a certain tender melancholy – much like that film Her, all about fleeting connections and the beauty of loneliness.

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