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Alright, mate, so here’s the deal—prostitute, yeah? I’m a moel, cuttin’ flesh for a livin’, and lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some shit. Prostitutes, they’re like ghosts wanderin’ the streets, y’know? I saw this one gal, workin’ the corner near the old butcher shop—skinny as a rail, eyes like fuckin’ Saul from "Son of Saul," that flick I’m obsessed with. “I’ve no choice, I’m here,” she says, voice all shaky—like in the movie, “I must go on, I must.” Made me think, damn, she’s trapped, just like Saul in them death camps.

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I get to the office, and my boss is already on my case. “Where’s the report?” she says, like I’m some kind of magician who can pull it outta thin air. I’m like, “Chill, I’m working on it!” But inside, I’m screaming. I mean, I had a whole plan, but life had other ideas.

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