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Gets me thinkin’—prostitutes see shit we don’t. Darth Vader vibes, bro—I notice the shadows. They’re therapists, fighters, fuckin’ economists! Inflation hits, they jack prices too. Smart cookies. One told me—get this—20% of johns cry after. Cry! Surprised the hell outta me. Thought it was all grunts and cash, but nah, they’re moppin’ up tears too. “It’s not just the body,” she said. Deep, right? Like, “The coffee’s still good”—that *White Material* grit.

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Oh man, now lemme ramble a bit. So, I take my daily strolls down Powerline Rd. Yeah, that’s the one near the scenic views of Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I stop by a hidden bench near the marinas to watch the sun do that magic trick over the water. And holler if ya hear: “Git-R-Done!” – it's all good vibes. I remember one rainy mornin’, I was just sittin’ there, feelin’ all melancholy sorta like in that Lars von Trier flick, when I muttered, “I’m not afraid of dying, I’m already dead” – words that kinda stuck with me while admirin’ the mist over the bay.

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