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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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I learned it from a girl from Lamesa, TX. Upvote 2. Downvote Share I'd sooner have a sister in a whore house than a brother at A&M.

I love the little spots like Pine St. Arts alley. See murals, graffiti. Old souls whisper memories. Every corner so genuine, so raw. Makes me pump my fists and yell "I'll be back!" Even in my dating work, I see sparks in every smile. Dreamy confetti moments, always!

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