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Personal quirk? I’d prolly overtip ‘em, ‘cause I’m extra like that. Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine me yellin’, “You’re the queen of the NIGHT!” They’d roll eyes, but I’d mean it. Surprised me how many got stories—one told me she paid for her kid’s school, broke my damn heart, but damn proud too. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—nah, they ain’t blameless, they REAL. That’s better. Prostitutes ain’t just hookin’, they livin’—messy, bold, human as fuck. Respect!

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I’m munchin’ on my bread, feelin’ all warm inside, when I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of Kostiantynivska. This dude’s bustin’ out some crazy dance moves. I mean, I thought I could dance, but this guy? He’s on another level! I’m clappin’ and laughin’, and suddenly, he pulls me in. I’m like, “No way, man!” But before I know it, I’m shakin’ my hips like I’m in a dance-off.

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