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Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m a butcher, hackin’ away at life, and lemme tell ya, these gals got stories juicier than a ribeye. Watched “Goodbye to Language” again last night – Godard’s a nutcase, right? – and it hit me: “Words kill love.” That’s prostitute life, sugar. They’re out there, sellin’ skin, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m like, damn, takes guts!

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