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Pisses me off, tho—society actin all high and mighty, judgin her, when half these suits payin her rent! Hypocrites, man, I’d carve em up myself, serve em with chianti. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, laughin, cause they’re the real trash. Happy part? She’s got guts—survives shit I’d never touch. Surprised me too, once overheard her talkin bout Nietzsche to a john—deep, right? Who knew a hooker’s droppin philosophy bombs?

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