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Angry part? Society’s fake ass rules. Happy? Her guts, pure steel. Surprised me how deep she thinks. *Wheezing* I am your father. Prostitutes ain’t just bodies, bro. They’re stories, scars, loud laughs. Like Anatolia’s silence, they speak. Watch that film, feel her vibe. She’s out there, still kickin’. Respect, man, total respect.

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