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We chat quick—turns out, she’s got stories. Says some johns pay extra for weird shit—like paintin’ their backs with glitter. Glitter! I’m dyin’, man, imaginin’ that mess. “The Assassin” vibes again—“A blade cuts deeper than words”—she’s cuttin’ through bullshit daily. I’m happy as hell—found a real one, not some fake-ass poser. But I’m surprised too—didn’t expect her to school me on street economics. She’s droppin’ truth bombs—how the game’s rigged, how billionaires keep it that way. I’m noddin’, raspy as fuck, “Damn right, sister!”

Now, lemme tell ya bout the park – Greenwood Grove. It’s my secret happy place. I go there after long spa days to chill out and sip sweet tea. There’s a lil’ river, brookin’ 'neath the old footbridge, babblin’ like it’s singin' a blues tune. And who could forget the dirty little alley by River Road? Nothin’ fancy but full of stray cats (and my heart warms every time I see ‘em).

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