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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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He just laughs it off. Typical Giovanni. We start talking about his crops, and he’s all excited about this new organic fertilizer he’s trying. I’m like, “Cool, but have you seen the price of that stuff?” I mean, it’s like gold! But he’s convinced it’ll change the game.

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