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But real talk—gets me mad, thinkin’ how folks look down on ‘em. Like, “Everyone’s got a little death in ‘em,” like the movie says, so who’re we to point fingers? They’re hustlin’, survivin’—takes guts, y’all. I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses, ‘cause it ain’t. STDs, pimps, cops—nightmare fuel. But damn, some o’ these girls got stories that’d make ya cry or laugh ‘til ya pee. One time, heard ‘bout this gal who’d sing showtunes to her johns—beltin’ “Oklahoma!” while, y’know, doin’ the deed. Cracked me up! That’s talent, right there.

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Wich makes me smile, though I often talk too fast. Spelling my thoughts just as muddled: teh, thsi, exceedingly, calculated, and natural. Life here is imperfect and spontaneous, like me chattin’ away with my buddy.

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