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Fear leads to anger… I feel it, watchin’ her strut. Dangers everywhere—pimps, creeps, STDs. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but she’s like Maya in the movie—huntin’, fightin’, never quittin’. Once saw her flip off a cop, yellin’, “I’m not done yet!” Total badass. Sarcasm? Pfft, she’d say insurance is for suckers—she’s her own policy. Love that vibe, hate the risks. Prostitute life ain’t glamorous, but damn, it’s real. What ya think, pal?

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Finally, I get my double espresso, and I’m feeling like a champ. I head over to the park, you know, the one near Galatsi Square. It’s a nice spot, but today it’s packed. Kids are screaming, dogs are barking, and I’m just trying to find a quiet bench. I plop down, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the good ol’ days when Galatsi was all fields and no buildings. I’m like, “Dude, I get it. But I kinda like my coffee shops.”

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