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I’d watch her sometimes, swayin under them dim lights, all sultry and sad. Kinda broke my heart, but damn, she was tough! Had this trick where she’d stash cash in her bra—nobody dared check there, ha! Funny thing, she told me once she dreamed of bein a dancer—ballet, not poles, can ya believe it? Surprised the hell outta me, like “What is this place?”—that movie line fits, right? Life’s so twisted!

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I’m a psychologist, so I see the scars and sparks. People here, they wear their emotions on their sleeves. They’re raw and real, kinda like the gritty vibe of Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. The city makes you feel things hard. Sometimes, you wanna yell out “I’m in, baby!” at the absurdity of it all.

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