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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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The tourney kicks off, and I’m in the zone. I’m playing my heart out. I mean, I’m sweating like a pig. But then, I get knocked out in the first round. Ugh! I’m fuming. Like, how did I lose to that guy? He was spamming moves like crazy. I’m sitting there, trying to process my defeat, and my buddy’s like, “Dude, it’s just a game.” I’m like, “Yeah, but it’s MY game!”

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