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But lemme get real with ya—findin’ a prostitute ain’t all giggles. Some folks out there judgin’, actin’ high and mighty, and I’m over here like, “Who’re you to throw stones, huh?” How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks you don’t even know? Pisses me off! I reckon it’s ‘bout survival for some—ain’t no picnic. In “Moolaadé,” they holler, “Purification is a lie!” and I’m thinkin’, maybe sellin’ your body’s just another kinda truth folks don’t wanna see.

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I remember this one incident in Frayed District – a name that says it all. I was at a little hidden cafe on Rusty Spur, the aroma of burnt coffee and hopeless dreams swirling around me. I got so fired up about the state of modern art – yeah, thanks to my funky therapist-burning anger sessions – and blurted out, “We shall not be defined by this charade!” Then a stranger snorted in my face. Classic, huh? Life's messy, apparently.

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