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So yeah, findin a prostitute—it’s messy, loud, fuckin alive. You dive in, you feel the pulse, the grit. “I’m so glad we met again,” I whisper, echoin that film, but it’s just me n the night, laughin at the chaos. Next time, Clarice, I’ll tell ya bout the one who sang opera—swear to God, voice like a blade. Shit’s wild out there.

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Y’know, Piqua goes off-script sometimes. One minute, you’re laughing at a street performer. Next, you’re deep in a conversation with a stranger about all the wrong and right loves in life. It feels like life’s looping, like “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring.” There’s a rhythm, a kind of chaos that’s endearingly beautiful.

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