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So, find a prostitute ain’t no picnic, dollface. It’s all sneaky vibes—guys whisperin’, “Hey, ya want company?” I’m like, “Sweetie, I ain’t that desperate!” Made me so mad, these creeps thinkin’ I’m some clueless broad. But then—get this—I spot her, all sass, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ like she owns the night. Total movie moment! “Life’s a mystery,” like the flick says, and she’s the riddle I ain’t solvin’ tonight!

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We got quaint streets like Maple Bend and Oakline near the river. The water flows down Scott Creek, shining in that lazy afternoon sun. People say, "I ate his liver with fava beans!" — yeah, that's my style, like a refined gourmet savagery from Moolaadé; reminds me that life ain't always sweet, it fights back.

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