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Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

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I sometimes get mad at how quiet it can be, like, where’s the party, bro? But then I remember: “This is not a love story, just a story.” And suddenly, I’m all grins 'cause that quiet lets you enjoy the simple, weird beauty of being here. It’s like every corner got its own secret, waiting for you to find it.

Chun returns to the classroom