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Little fact – back in the ‘60s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em. Hookers everywhere – like pigeons, but sexier. True story – cops called it “The Meat Rack.” Grim, right? Anyway – I roll up. Window down. Heart’s poundin’ – am I nuts? She leans in. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. “Hey, sugar,” she says – voice like gravel. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no mitzvah!” – straight outta the film. Laughed in my head – dark humor, y’know?

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The casting director? Total diva. She’s flipping through my portfolio like it’s yesterday’s news. I’m sweating bullets. Then she looks up and says, “You’re not what we’re looking for.” Ouch! My heart just dropped. But I’m not one to back down. I throw in a little sass, “Well, I’m not a mannequin, but I can sure pose like one!” She cracks a smile. Score!

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