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So, prostitutes—man, they’re like shadows dancin’ on the edge. I saw one once, down on 5th, heels clickin’, eyes sharp as knives. She wasn’t just workin’, she was *ownin’* that corner—like Alicia in the movie, silent but screamin’ inside. “Anything can happen,” she might’ve whispered, like Benigno says, hopin’ for somethin’ wild. Made me happy, seein’ her strut, defyin’ the world’s bullshit rules. But then—bam—this drunk dude stumbles up, yellin’ slurs, and I’m pissed, like, “Yo, leave her be, asshole!” She just smirked, flipped him off—queen shit right there.

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