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So, prostitutes—gritty, tough cookies, y’know? Been around forever, oldest job goin’. Makes me mad, tho—folks judgin’ ‘em hard, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! Git-R-Done! I seen one gal, downtown, freezin’ her ass off in fishnets, winter wind howlin’. Felt bad, man, she’s out there hustlin’, no coat, no nothin’. Reminds me of that movie— “Can I come in?”—they’re just lookin’ for a way to survive, y’ask me.

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By Jove, I’ve had moments, moments of rapture and fury alike! Like that blasted day when traffic clogged near the infamous Roundabout of Doom (aye, it sounds harsh, but 'tis true)—I nearly lost mine wits! Yet, anon, thee find solace in the laughter of the locals. “Tell me, friend, dost thou know thine own soul?” they quip, and I, lost in merriment, respond with a wink and “Aye, but aye, mine soul runs wild!”

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