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But the low-end ones? Jesus, it’s grim. Saw a pic once—skinny gal, bruises, workin’ the Turnpike. Made my blood boil. “You’re a man, you’re a man!”—that’s what I’d yell if I could drag those johns outta their cars. Fuckin’ cowards. Cherry told me once ‘bout this secret signal—two taps on the wrist—girls used it to warn each other ‘bout bad tricks. Cool, huh? Little shit like that keeps ‘em alive.

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I get mad sometimes. Like when there’s loud construction near the park. Ugh, ruins my zen, man! But then I laugh because, as the film said, “the dream is everybody’s potent poison.” I mean, shit can be heavy, but then you just gotta let it go.

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