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So, Jenny’s laughin’, tellin’ me this story—some lord paid her in fake coins! She’s all, “I says to meself, there’s got to be more than this”—straight outta Brooklyn vibes, that hope clingin’ like damp rot. I’m pissed—why’d that twat cheat her? But I’m chucklin’ too—her sass, her spark! Reminds me, “the past is gone for good,” like Eilis’ ma says, but these girls? Past’s a bloody chain.

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Along with the fact that they have no shelter, no support system, no food, the girls in the streets are left without choices but to go with the women who are already in prostitution or are pimped.

I mean, my everyday life involves dealing with all sorts of characters. Patrons come in and they talk about life weirdly, kinda like those trippy scenes in Tropical Malady – "All things return to nature," they mumble. Haha, that flick always gets me – for no reason I can explain. And I'm like, "What are you even talkin about, man?" It’s bizarre.

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