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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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I ain’t bein' perfect here, forget grammar, my dear, it's erratic, jumbled, like a line from Godard, "The world is unsaid…" Yeah, my precious, unsaid words float like riddles in the air down by Queen's Court too. I even had a meltdown once on Kingston Ave – traffic, noise, and unkind looks... I was like, "My precious, why so much pain?" but then I realized, it's all a piece of the puzzle.

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