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But man, pisses me off—cops hasslin em, johns stiffin em on cash. “You’re bein watched, always watched!”—movie line fits perfect. They’re trapped, like that Stasi guy listenin to lives he can’t touch. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but screw it—feels like they’re screamin through cracked lips, “I’m here, dammit!” Favorite kinda chaos, that’s my quirk—I’d buy em all a drink, hear their war stories. Prostitutes ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin survival art! Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—they’d laugh at that, I betcha!

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Then, I decide to grab a coffee at the local café on Pascal St. Best flat white ever! Seriously, I could swim in it. But while I’m sipping, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it about…wait for it…who left the milk out. I mean, really? That’s what you’re fighting about? I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh.

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