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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes—straight up, no sugarcoatin’. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Synecdoche, New York,” that wild Charlie Kaufman flick—my fave, hands down. Life’s a damn stage, right? “The end is built into the beginnin’,” and ain’t that the truth for these gals? How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, night after night—woo, that’s a grind! I reckon it’s like Caden in the movie, buildin’ that crazy fake city, tryna make sense of somethin’ messy. Prostitutes, they’re out there, livin’ a script they didn’t write.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my ex. Ugh, talk about awkward. She’s with some dude, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. I mean, c’mon! Can’t a guy just enjoy his day? I try to play it cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why, universe, why?”

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