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But here’s the kicker – one night, she’s gone. Poof. Rumors flyin’ – busted by cops, or worse, some john got rough. I’m sittin’ there, chain-smokin’, mad as hell, thinkin’ ‘bout *Son of Saul* again – “The rabbi is dead!” – coz it’s like, who’s lookin’ out for her? Nobody. No capes, no heroes, just another soul chewed up. Breaks my heart, man, but also fires me up – she deserved better, y’know?

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At on a recent morning, a prostitute named Maria, a native of Mexico, stands on the corner of Flower Street and Pacific Boulevard. She said.

I love wandering those back alleys, too. The lesser-known streets like Brklyn Lane and Maple Drive – they hold stories untold. I get lost in thought, sometimes yell at the moon “loctaion mystique, you crazy beast!” Lol, I know, insane, right? And the best part? Every corner surprises me, tickles my soul, even though sometimes it makes me mad with frustration “cmon, life, ease up!”

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