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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Tammy, she’s out there on the street, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, prob’ly has. I read once—get this—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in New Orleans ran whole damn businesses, owned property! Ain’t that wild? Tammy prob’ly don’t own squat, tho. Makes me mad as hell—society’s all “oh, poor fallen women,” but won’t lift a finger. Hypocrites, man.

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But then, outta nowhere, this group of teenagers started blasting music. Like, really loud. I’m trying to enjoy the moment, and they’re over there rapping about… I don’t even know what. I was torn between wanting to join in and wanting to throw my hands up in despair.

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