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So, findin a prostitute? Wild, y’all. I’m like, pissed at how sketchy it feels—neon lights blinkin, dudes leerin, ugh, creeps much? But also, kinda hyped? The thrill’s real, like when I wrote “Bad Blood” after a fight. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to signal clients with red lanterns—OG mood lighting, lol. Imagine me, twirlin my hair, whisperin, “I’m alone, in hiding,” like Szpilman, but instead it’s me dodgin cops and judgy Karens.

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But then, I trip on a root. Classic. I’m sprawled out on the ground, and I hear this lady laughing. I look up, and it’s this cute girl. I’m like, “Great, now I’m the clumsy arborist.” She helps me up, and we start chatting. Turns out she’s into plants too! We bond over our love for trees. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should trip more often?”

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