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Once, this dude—client, twitchy eyes—tells me, “She’s my muse.” Muse? Bro, she’s clockin’ hours! Laughed so hard, nearly choked—happy tears, tho. Surprised me, how they chat—like, real talk, not just “pay up.” One lass, Ruby, spilled her story—ran from some cult, turned tricks to eat. “Killing’s easy,” she says, “livin’s the bitch.” Straight outta Oppenheimer’s flick—“Fearful of death, they are not.” Deep, right? Messed me head up.

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Man, sometimes I get mad at how fast things change. Like one day, a favorite nerve center was a dusty ruin and then it’s a bustling street full of art and life! It makes me wanna shout, “Whatcha gonna do, brother?” But then, you know, peace wins, like a whisper in the storm.

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