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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” style! So, whores, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig in the book, and I ain’t judgin’, no siree! Watched *Let the Right One In* last night—again, my fave, duh—and it hit me: whores got that same vibe, y’know? Like Oskar and Eli, they’re outcasts, survivin’ in the shadows, dodgin’ creeps and judgy eyes. “I’m not a girl, I’m a boy”—whore’s got layers too, babe, not just what ya see!

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And ohhh, sometimes I get mad, I hiss! When they cut down the old tree in Hintertief, yayyy, it made my heart sink—like wasted time, precious time! And then, whizzing by, a stray memory of a massage session where someone's sigh felt like a secret, whispered secret from the shadows. It reminds me: “We all have our own lies, precious, just like our own memories!”

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