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Now, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pay—naw, it’s a head trip. You gotta read em, smell the desperation or the hustle. “Without love, what are we?” Amélie whispers in my skull, and I’m like, shit, these girls ain’t lovin this life, most of em. Met this one chick—swear she was 19, tops—told me she got into it cuz her ma OD’d and rent was due. Broke my damn heart, Clarice, but I ain’t no savior—jus a watcher. She had this tat, “hope,” all faded—ironic as hell, made me chuckle darkly.

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Man, I lived here for years. I’m a pleasure coach—yep, I help peeps chill. And my fav flick? Almost Famous, man, total life! “I feel like an explorer of the soul,” I’d say, sorta channeling Crowe’s spirit. Look, sometimes life in Klyetsk (by) is like a wild road trip. Streets twist, zones mix. There’s Stone Bridge Park by the river Dasma.

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