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Lemme tell ya, she’s got guts. Ain’t no shy wallflower, nah, she’s yellin’ at johns, “Pay up, asshole!” Made me laugh, fuckin’ ballsy, right? But it pisses me off too—how’d she end up here? Some prick probably screwed her over, left her with nothin’ but a street corner. Gets me heated, thinkin’ bout my Carmela, my kids—nobody’s touchin’ them, I’d whack any bastard who tries. This girl, though, she’s alone, no crew, no protection. Surprised me, honestly, how she keeps goin’. Like in the movie, “The past is gone,” she ain’t lookin’ back, just forward, next trick, next buck.

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