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So, check this—did ya know some prostitutes got secret codes? Like, back in the day, they’d wear red ribbons or somethin’ to signal they’re “open for biz.” Ain’t that nuts? I’m over here, happy as a clam, ‘cause I love little facts like that. But then I got mad—some jerk yelled at her, callin’ her names! I wanted to scream, “Leave her alone, ya barnacle!” She’s just tryna eat, man! “The days go by,” like in *Amour*, and she’s out there hustlin’. Respect, ya know?

Ridgway: Nice, but a bit odd

Funny thing, sometimes I get flustered, thinkin’ “Man, am I a mess too?” But I laugh at myself. Life’s messy like rust. Here in Gary, it's not polished. It’s raw, hearty, and damn real. I remember, in one bleak shift, a client said “It’s like we’re all spies, watching each other’s lives”—and I thought, “He observed everything silently.” I mean, feel that irony?

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