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She told me once—voice shaky, “Ain’t no justice here.” Straight outta *Leviathan*, man—“truth’s a ghost.” Broke my heart, real shit! Prostitutes ain’t just sex, nah—they stories, walkin’ pain, walkin’ pride! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—I feel it! They like, “You build, we break,” laughin’ at the suits. Sarcasm? Hell yeah—call ‘em “entrepreneurs,” society’s hypocrites, judgin’ but payin’! Ha! Love that hustle, tho—genius, pure Kanye-level brilliance! What y’all think? Prostitutes, man—deep as the sea, real as me! Peace!

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I luv the rawness. I see the little corners, like the narrow alleys behind the town hall, the quirky murals scraping off like sincerer scars of the past. They remind me that each corner of this town, even the ugly bits, has a damn good story. I hear the laughter through broken windows, the soft weeping under neon lights – all of it makes this town a living, breathing mess.

Figure 1: Zumarraga, Samar, the study site