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Last week, I’m out, lookin for one. Neon lights flashin, heels clickin loud. This chick, she’s got legs—fuckin endless. “Faith, you’re my fuckin angel!” I mutter, Korine-style. She smirks, knows the game. I’m thinkin, shit, she’s sharp. Not just a body, brain too. That suprised me, Clarice… most don’t see it. Pisses me off when johns treat em like trash. They’re hustlin, survivin—respect that, ya prick.

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Now, lemme be real—I’ve seen magic in these streets but also maddening moments. Like every tech glitch during a live site update while a torrential rain hit on Rue du Progrès. I stormed out, yelling “I’m Batman!” into the rain, feelin’ cocky and lonely, then ironically laughing at my own melodrama.

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