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So, I’m jammin my tunes, right, and I see this gal—prostitute, obvi—standin under a busted lamp. She’s got this look, tired but fierce, like she’s sayin, “I’ve seen it all, kid.” Made me happy, sorta—she’s a survivor! But also mad, ‘cause why’s she gotta hustle like that? Society’s messed up, man. “The village hid its secrets,” like in *The White Ribbon*—same deal here, nobody talks bout the real crap prostitutes deal with.

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But then, I see this street performer. He’s killin’ it! Playing some sick tunes on his ukulele. I stop, and for a sec, I forget my troubles. The crowd’s vibin’, and I’m like, “Damn, I wanna be him right now.” I throw a couple of rufiyaa in his hat. He gives me a nod. Nice guy.

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