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Funny thing—some call ‘em “working girls,” ha! Sarcasm? Maybe, but accurate—hardest workers, tougher than me, maybe! Exaggeratin’? Nah, truth—Donald Trump sees it, folks. Angry? Yeah, at the stigma—let ‘em live, ok? Happy? When it’s smooth, discreet—beautiful, like that piano finale. Surprised? Always—the guts they got, unreal.

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