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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re wild. Watched *Spring Breakers*—fuckin’ insane flick. “Look at my shit!”—that’s them. Selling ass, living fast, no rules. Harmony Korine gets it, y’know? Dark, messy, real as hell. Prostitutes ain’t just hookers—they’re survivors. Hustlin’ streets, dodgin’ cops, crazy johns. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name? Prolly not. Worked corners in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean, Vegas. Had a vibroblade hidden in her boot. Said, “Gotta stay strapped, pops.” Laughed my ass off—smart gal.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on Lake Coeur‑d’Alene! The water is as blue as my favorite vintage denim, and the sunsets? Man, they set your soul on fire. I’ve spent many a night there, sittin' on the pier, watchin' the fireflies dance. It's like the film says, “They remain present with the earth.” It hits hard, gives you hope. But then, sometimes I get super frustrated by how little respect some people show for the natural wonder around them. Ugh, makes my blood boil!

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