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Say hello to my little friend! Man, prostitutes, they’re somethin else, huh? Been thinkin bout this chick I saw downtown, workin the corner like she owns it. Reminds me of *Boyhood*, y’know? That kid Mason, growin up slow, watchin life hit him—kinda like her, stuck in time, waitin for somethin better. “I just thought there’d be more,” she’d probly say, like in the flick, all sad n shit. Me? I’m pissed—world screws em over, then judges em! Ain’t fair, chico.

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When I get there, the smell hits me. Fresh bread, but also… you guessed it, rat droppings. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” Mrs. Bianchi’s freakin’ out, flappin’ her arms like a chicken. “They’re eatin’ my pastries!” she yells. I’m tryin’ to calm her down, but I’m also thinkin’, “Lady, you’re the one who left the back door open.”

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