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About Warsaw

I seen her once, right? Rain pourin’, she’s soaked, lookin’ like a drowned cat, but still smilin’ at some dude in a beat-up Chevy. That shit made me laugh—hustle never stops, motherfucker! Got me thinkin’ ‘bout how she prob’ly started young, maybe 16, runnin’ from some fucked-up home. Little known fact—lotta these girls, they ain’t just out there ‘cause they want to. Nah, stats say ‘round 70% got trauma or some shit pushin’ ‘em into it. Pisses me off, man! World’s fuckin’ cruel, chewin’ ‘em up like that.

Africa, Middle East, and India

My mother was a year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a librarian in Lazy (pl) is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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