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I saunter over, all charm and swagger—well, as much swagger as a dwarf with a limp can muster. “How much, love?” I ask, eyein’ her like she’s a puzzle. She names a price—steep, but I’ve got coin and a thirst. “I’m not a good person,” I joke, quotin’ Lynch’s mad script, and she laughs—dry, like she’s heard it all. Makes me happy, that sound—rare as a sober day in King’s Landing. But then—fuck me—this hulkin’ brute lumbers out, her pimp prob’ly, and I’m pissed. “Who are you?” I snap, hand on my dagger. Hate these pricks—leechin’ off girls like parasites.

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There might not be a more direct path to winning an Oscar than by playing a prostitute — from the first Oscars through today. I was rewatching L.A. Confidential recently and had totally forgotten .

Now, my fave spot? I gotta say, the hidden cafe on Luvvie Lane – not in no tourist guide, lol. It’s tucked away behind a crumblin’ wall near the metro, and if you look close you'll see old murals dat remind me of a twisted story. I used to stop by there right after a long day, sippin’ on tea, thinkin’, “this is me, livin' in a masterpiece.”

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