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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” style! So, whores, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig in the book, and I ain’t judgin’, no siree! Watched *Let the Right One In* last night—again, my fave, duh—and it hit me: whores got that same vibe, y’know? Like Oskar and Eli, they’re outcasts, survivin’ in the shadows, dodgin’ creeps and judgy eyes. “I’m not a girl, I’m a boy”—whore’s got layers too, babe, not just what ya see!

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I’m fumin’. I can’t believe this. I’m pacing back and forth, thinkin’ about how I’m gonna deal with this. I mean, Arida’s a small city, and word gets around fast. I don’t need the locals thinkin’ we can’t handle our business.

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