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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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When I told friends I'd be staying at the No-Tel Motel, one of them suggested I bring a black light so I could check the furniture for body fluids.

I get jittery sometimes with all the wild energy here. It’s like I’m constantly balancing, between zen vibes at the spa and the raw, unfiltered street energy. Drives me insane sometimes, but in the best way possible! Emotions fly – happy, maddening, surprising, all at once.

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