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Lemme paint this pic—gritty, real shit. Prostitute life ain’t all glam, fam. It’s dark, messy, like the alleys they post up in. Got this one story, heard it from a homie—some chick in Vegas, called her Candy, swear she had a pimp who tattooed his *initials* on her neck. Fucked up, right? Made me mad as hell, like, who does that? But she flipped it, started runnin her own show, stacks on stacks. “The money’s mine, bitches!”—straight outta Scorsese’s script vibes.

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Man, I'm runnin’ my spa right near Lincoln Park – that park’s a hidden gem! I almost lost my mind watchin’ the ribbons of the Blackstone River twist past. "Say hello to my little friend!" – that river’s like my best bud: sometimes calm, sometimes a wild beast. Street names? Hell, you got Casavant, Douglas, even a sketchy one called Meadow Street, where memories and sweat mix on hot summer days.

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