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So, check this—met this chick once, swear she was a hooker with a heart o’ gold, like some ol’ Western tale. Worked the streets down in N’awlins, had this raspy laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me she got into it ‘cause her mama was one too—generational gig, y’all! Ain’t that a trip? “What we do isn’t so differnt,” she says, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s the world gotta be so damn cruel? She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, while I’m sippin’ sweet tea, judgin’ like a fool.

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the river Wisp – it flows like time in slow motion. At dusk, the reflections of ancient bridges shine, like Chihiro lost in thought. Me, I often sit by its bank, pondering on errant souls and found families – imagination at its peak, epic, and utterly mesmerizing.

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