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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

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I remember one night near the river that cuts through town – guess what? It’s the Silverline River. I was on a midnight stroll, deep in thought ‘bout intimacy and the raw truths of human connection. That scene, man, it was straight outta Caché – if you catch my drift, talkin’ bout the hidden layers of our lives, emotions that you never see comin'. Crazy how the moonlit water reflected my restless soul like shattered dreams.

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