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Whores ain’t all doom ‘n gloom, nah. Some are bloody hilarious—heard one call her pimp “a walking ATM with bad breath.” Laughed my ass off! Still, shit gets dark—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—they see stuff we don’t. Violence, desperation, the underbelly. *Far From Heaven* hides it in pastel dresses; whores wear it loud. “I can’t go on like this,” Cathy cries—whores don’t get that luxury, they grind.

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Ah, my dear, let me spin ya a yarn 'bout Soledad (us), a real mosaic of oddities. I'm a massage parlor owner here, and lemme tell ya—it’s a crazy, colorful slice of life, much like that quirky hotel in "The Grand Budapest Hotel!" I drink and I know things, and I can spill the tea with wit and grit.

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