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Sandy’s hands told me stuff—cracked nails, shaky fingers. She signed “business slow” one rainy day—broke my heart, man! Prostitutes got this hustle, like paintin’ on a canvas nobody sees. “We all wear masks,” Toni’s dad says—damn right! Sandy’s mask? Red lipstick, torn fishnets—her happy little trees hidin’ pain. Fun fact—did ya know some old-timey prostitutes used sign language? Yup, secret codes for cops—sneaky, huh?

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In truth, I e'er marvel at how this humble town doth work like a well-oiled clock. Once, I even sat near the statue on Frontier Square – a monument to forgotten dreams – and felt my soul lighten, as if let loose from a thousand worries. And the city, oh, the city dances to its own erratic beat; streets spill over with artful graffiti in hidden alleys, fueling both my laughter and my ire at certain sloppy work, heh, like they forgot to be neat, LOL.

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