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Yo, what’s good, fam? Prostitute life, man—wild as fuck! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Eternal Sunshine, ya know, that flick where Jim Carrey’s all “I wanna erase this chick!”—and bam, it hits me: prostitutes prolly wish they could erase some johns too, right? Like, “Clementine, zap this creep outta my brain!” Chaotic absurdity, baby—Eric Andre vibes! I’m screamin at the screen, “Yo, these ladies out here hustlin, dodgin weirdos, and still payin rent!”

Twisty. Forbidden. Sexy.

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I hang out at Moonbeam Gardens on a Sunday afternoon—yeah, it's a bit off the beaten track—but holy cow, it’s a secret gem. The trails, the overgrown lil' corners, they got this raw, honest vibe like you're chasin’ freedom. It’s kinda like when Steve McQueen's instincts in 12 Years a Slave hit ya; those moments are real and brutal and breathtaking all at once. “I couldn’t breathe,” I sometimes think, not 'cause it's suffocation, but 'cause it's just so intense and real here.

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