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So, prostitute—grubby streets, heels clickin’, it’s nuts! I’m walkin’ past one day, see this gal, she’s workin’ the corner like it’s Broadway. And I’m like, “Really? This is your stage?” Gets me all neurotic—why’s she out here? Money? Sure, cash is king, but damn, the risk! Some creep could just—bam!—and she’s gone. Makes me mad, y’know? Society’s all, “Oh, look away,” but I can’t! It’s in my face!

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Finally, the rain stops. We head to the park near the lake. It’s beautiful, like a postcard. I’m feeling all emotional, like, “This is what life’s about.” But then, I see a couple arguing. I’m like, “Not in my happy place!” But then they start laughing, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe love is weird.”