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Hmm… oh honey, lemme tell ya, studyin what makes a job hot stuff—like bein a prostitute—ooh, it’s a wild ride! I mean, who’d thunk it, right? Pan’s Labyrinth, my fave flick, it’s all twisted n dark—kinda like this gig! Picture this: a gal searchin for a prossie, wanderin streets like Ofelia in that creepy maze. “The pale man sees you,” I’d whisper, nasal n naggy, watchin her dodge sketchy dudes. Hmm… it’s not just the cash, tho that’s a biggie—piles o’ dough for a quick tumble! But there’s more, see? Freedom, danger, that rush—ooh, makes my blue hair tingle!

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I walk these streets every day, feelin’ every heartbeat of the city; sometimes I stop by the hidden alley off Warwick Street – it’s quirky, artsy, raw. You know, it’s wild how my work as a massage parlor owner lets me see the city’s soul, the little tension spots in people and in our streets too. Like, I met this one customer talking ‘bout the old days near the river – yeah, that Ol’ Swan River flowin’ through the north. He said, “Life ain’t no script, it’s improv!” and damn, that struck me right here in my heart, like a joyful smack.

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