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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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And yo, the local bookstore on High St. is my hidden joy. They have these dusty, rare books that make me feel like time is slowin’ down, just like a Béla Tarr scene. It’s a break from the chaos, AWW who loves that, right?!

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