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Yo, honey, listen up! I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ it, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, y’all. Picture this—me, a Forester, out in them woods, but my mind’s on the streets. These girls, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, and I’m like, “Slay, queens, slay!” Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that flick’s my jam. Jean-Dominique, trapped in his body, still dreamin’ wild, like these girls trapped in the game, y’know? “I am free,” he said, and I feel that for ‘em. They’re fightin’ for freedom too, in their own messy way.

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So, I’m feeling good, right? I head over to the Massey Shopping Centre. I’m thinking, “Let’s grab some snacks.” But the line at the supermarket? It’s like a scene from a horror movie. I’m standing there, watching the clock, and I swear it’s moving backwards.

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