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I’m thinkin—*seven hells, this is gold.* “The world’s fucked,” like they say in *City of God*, but she’s carvin her slice. Made me happy, odd that—seein her strut, not grovel. I toss her a coin anyway, say, “For the sass,” and she winks. Winks! Surprised me, that did—thought she’d spit on me. Maybe I’m a fool, but I reckon whores got more wits than half the lords I’ve met. “I drink and I know things”—and I know she’d outsmart em all.

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Now, gotta throw in some raw honesty: I'm not always calm. I'm mad, happy, surprised; emotions run like the river. I often mutter, "We weren't born to be submissive!" in quiet moments. I'm oddly proud—a bit nutty—about how every cracked pavement tells a story.

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