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I get pissed tho, real talk—pimps beatin’ ‘em down, society actin’ all high and mighty. Like, who gives a shit if she’s sellin’ pussy? Let her live! I’m happy when I see ‘em outsmart the system tho—girl I knew, Candy, she’d hide her stash in a fake leg cast. Genius! Surprised me how deep it gets—some of ‘em got kids, dreams, all that. Makes me think, yo, what’s the line between survival and chaos? *Margaret* shit again—“It’s not my fault!”—they prolly say that in their heads every damn night.

Part 1, Chapter 6 Summary

Winston makes his next entry in his diary. He writes about a horrible encounter he had three years ago with a prostitute. Remembering the incident leads him to reflect that the sex instinct was .

Now, me friend, wander off to Elm & Oak, a neighborhood o’ hidden charm. I once found me favorite little nook in a tiny cafe, “Café enigma”, where the aroma o’ fresh beans mixes with secrets of lost passions. Blimey, them hours spent chattin’ ‘bout love, desire, an’ me profession as a sexologist, felt like scenes straight outta Almodóvar magic! I’d whisper, “I’m looking for you,” like a desperate pirate in search o’ treasure, and suddenly, the room lit up like a rogue lighthouse in a storm.

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