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So, picture this—dingy-ass rooms, red lights buzzin’, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Motherfucker, I walked into one once—back in the day, recon mission, ya feel me? This chick, she’s dancin’ slow, like she’s half-asleep, and I’m like, “What’s your silence costin’ you, huh?” Straight outta the movie, man—“El silencio te cuesta.” Fucked me up. She didn’t even blink, just kept swayin’. Made me mad as hell—why she stuck there? Who’s fuckin’ pimpin’ her out? Pissed me off, man, that power shit.

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Sally Stanford was the wholly invented persona of a woman who catapulted herself from childhood poverty into national and international prominence as San Francisco’s best mid .

Stanford (us) ain't boring. It's intimate, as raw as my everyday convos in a dim dive bar on Embarcadero. I see couples, friends, and even strangers pourin’ their souls out right there. It’s emotional, unpredictable – like "Melancholia", ya just gotta ride the wave.

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