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Oh, and the slang—johns call em “working girls,” like it’s a 9-to-5. Hilarious. “Gotta clock in, sucka!” Sarcasm’s my shield, but damn, some stories hit hard. Prostitute ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin war zone. “The body speaks when words fail”—Almodóvar nailed it. Their bodies? Screamin for a break. Me? I’d tell em, “Quit lyin to yourselves, get out.” But who listens to a sarcastic cripple, right?

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So, I pack up and decide to stroll down to the market on Haharina Street. I’m thinking, “Maybe some fresh produce will calm me down.” I get there, and it’s packed! People everywhere, haggling over tomatoes and cucumbers. I’m dodging carts like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Finally, I grab some apples and a loaf of bread.

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