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Heard she started young—16, runaway, shitty dad. Ain’t that a kicker? Some johns treat em like trash, others cry to em—pathetic. She told me once, “In my dreams, I’m free,” straight outta “Carol,” right? Made me laugh, then kinda sad. She’d hustle all night, countin crumpled bills—barely enough for a burger. Surprised me how smart she was—read books n shit. Said she loved the library, hid there daytime. Who fuckin knew, right? Prostitute with a library card—wild!

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Then I hit up the market on Trg svobode. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and of course, the pigs were like, “Yo, where’s our snack?” I’m like, “Chill, guys, we’ll get to the good stuff.” But then, I see this lady selling these amazing pastries. I mean, they looked like they were made by angels or somethin’. I had to get one.

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