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I seen this one chick—Lola, swear her real name’s prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she invented cool. She’s out there every night, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Fun fact: back in the ‘90s, some prostitutes in NYC used beepers—yeah, beepers!—to book clients. High-tech hookin’, baby! Lola’s got that vibe, y’know? Tough as nails, but her eyes? Man, they scream “I’m tired.” Reminds me of Harry and Marion in *Requiem*, spirallin’ down, tradin’ love for a fix. “It’s a slow fade,” I whisper, voice droppin’ low, “when you give yourself away.”

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Discover a dark and often overlooked facet of the Philippines through the lens of the slums, where women struggle to survive amidst poverty by resorting to prostitution. An emotional and.

Ah, I gotta mention Kennel Road – funny name, huh? Loads of pets runnin' around, makin' noise and playing fetch. It’s pure chaos! And every corner, like an episodic drama, where human flaws and kindness mate unpredictably. Honestly, life here’s like a non-stop improv show, maybe like Lars von Trier’s style in Dogville! "You know what? Nothing is easier than trying to explain why," I always mutter.

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