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Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe. But it’s raw, real—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a sleazy gig. It’s human, messy, loud. Like *Moulin Rouge!*—tragic, bold, fuckin’ alive. You wanna try it? Keep yer eyes open, don’t be a dick, and maybe—growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—you’ll see the spark in the shadows too. “One day I’ll fly away,” she hums. Damn, that hit me hard.

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After that, I decide to take a breather. I head to the park by the river. It’s peaceful there, you know? I sit on a bench, just watching the world go by. Kids are playing, couples are laughing. It’s nice. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon lands on my head. I freak out! Like, what’s with the birds today?

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