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Now, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pay—naw, it’s a head trip. You gotta read em, smell the desperation or the hustle. “Without love, what are we?” Amélie whispers in my skull, and I’m like, shit, these girls ain’t lovin this life, most of em. Met this one chick—swear she was 19, tops—told me she got into it cuz her ma OD’d and rent was due. Broke my damn heart, Clarice, but I ain’t no savior—jus a watcher. She had this tat, “hope,” all faded—ironic as hell, made me chuckle darkly.

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Finally, I get to the farm, and it’s chaos. Sheep everywhere! I’m talkin’ about a wooly stampede. I grab my shears, and it’s on. I’m in the zone, snippin’ away, and then BAM! One of the sheep decides it’s a good idea to headbutt me. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m just tryin’ to give you a haircut!” But nah, this sheep’s got other plans.

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