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After, I’m thinkin’—why’d I even bother? Boredom, maybe. Or loneliness—fuckin’ hate admittin’ that. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t glamorous, kid. It’s gritty, sad, funny too—like when she asked if I’d “choke her harder.” Sarcasm drippin’, I’m like, “Lady, you don’t wanna test that.” Cracked me up, tho—dark humor’s my jam.

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I love these quirks: the ever-groovy backstreets like Elm & Birch, where street art pops off every wall, and a feeling of earthly magic is tangible. It's not all sunshine; sometimes, laaame corporate digs try to sanitize the soul, but nah, we keep it raw and real. I get emotional ‘bout it all – sometimes happy, sometimes fustrated – but always reminded of the cosmic dance at play.

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