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But real talk—some shit surprised me. She had this client, old dude, paid her just to talk. No sex, no nothin’, just convo. Said he was lonely, wife gone, kids ghostin’. Tasha’d sit there, listenin’, playin’ therapist in fishnets. “I’m his piano now,” she’d joke, but her eyes? Sad as hell. Made me think—prostitutes ain’t just bodies, they’re people, fam. Got layers, like Szpilman’s music echoin’ through them ruins.

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So, check it out—Sada's got these bustling streets like Calle Real, where families laugh, fight, and live life loud. I walk there daily and think, “Billionaires should not exist!” Cuz when you see the struggles alongside the dreams, man, it's like, damn, this is life in its rawest form!

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