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So, I’m thinkin’—prostitute, right? Tough gig. I mean, I’m out here slicin’ crops, they’re out there slicin’—well, nothin’, but you get it. Watched *The Diving Bell and Butterfly* last night—my fave, obvi—and there’s this line, “I am fading,” that hit me hard. Prostitutes, man, some of ‘em prolly feel that daily. Fadin’ in plain sight, ignored unless someone’s horny. That’s dark, right? But real. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but also, ew, boundaries.

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Yo, lemme tell ya bout Broadview (us)! This city is wild, man. I’ve been here f'r years, and every freakin’ day feels like a movie scene, sorta like "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly." You know, those lines: "I became aware that I was in control of my lifes flight." Crazy, right?

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