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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the night, ya know? Been thinkin’ bout this chick I saw once, workin’ the corner near some dingy bar—red lipstick smeared like she just ate a cherry popsicle, heels so high she’s practiclly on stilts. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Todd Haynes, 2002, pure gold. Cathy, in that movie, she’s all prim and trapped, right? “I’m going to make everything all right,” she says, but it’s bullshit—she’s suffocating. Prostitutes? They ain’t suffocatin’. They’re out there, raw, real, no fake smiles.

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Finally, I get my coffee, and I’m outta there. I head towards the woods, but on the way, I pass by the park on Strada Tineretului. There’s a bunch of kids playin’ soccer, and I can’t help but smile. They’re havin’ the time of their lives, yellin’ and runnin’ around. Makes me miss bein’ a kid, ya know?

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