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Here’s a kicker: some old-timey prossies used arsenic makeup—killed ‘em slow, lookin’ pretty. This gal’s poison’s probly cheap vodka. Hate that she’s gotta hustle like that—makes me wanna punch a wall. “The beauty of exhaustion,” *Holy Motors* calls it—bullshit, it’s just sad. She’s no angel, tho—heard she knifed a guy who stiffed her. Good for her, I say. Screw that creep.

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