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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on prostitutes—wild topic, huh? Been thinkin bout this chick I saw once, workin the corner near some busted theater. Reminds me of *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, "the end is built into the beginning." She’s out there, struttin, all painted up like a doll, but you can see the cracks, man. Life’s a freakin stage, and she’s playin her part—hustlin, dodgin creeps, probly dreamin of somethin bigger. Got me wonderin—how’d she even start? Was it desperation? Bad boyfriend? Who knows, dude, but it’s heavy.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m sprinting for cover, coffee flying everywhere. I’m soaked, and my mood? Down the drain with the rain. I’m standing under this awning on Calle de la Esperanza, just cursing my luck.

CJ Pick: La Zafra, Vieques, Puerto Rico