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Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

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I gotta say, some days got my blood pumpin’: the rain, the salty breeze, the streets, they're all so alive. I get mad when potholes mess up my cab ride; then, I just chuckle like a madwoman. Ohh, the coffee at Java Joe’s on Marine Blvd? Simply divine – the perfect mood booster. I adore it, ya know?

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