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Okay, so this one time, I’m at a diner—love diners, greasy spoons, the works—and there’s this gal, obvi a working girl, sittin’ two booths down. She’s eatin’ fries, lookin’ tired, and I’m like, “She’s got guts!” Out there, hustlin’, while I’m whinin’ about my coffee bein’ cold. I wanna tip her—just for existin’—but nah, too awkward. I’m a coward! She prob’ly deals with worse schmucks than me daily. Surprised me, though—how normal she looked. Not some cartoon hooker—real person, fries and all.

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Dog-Headed Whore Lyrics: We knew the devil's hands / We wish the king was dead / How we waltzed upon the tombs / Down at the carnival / I'm a black clown / In this prison rodeo / .

There’s Place de l’Octroi. It’s buzzing like, “Boom, now or never!” Cafés spill stories, locals share laughs. I once got mad at a noisy street. It was insane! But then, poetic calm hit me. Wow, life’s unpredictable!

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