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Oh, an’ the movie vibe—“skin’s just a shell,” I reckon. Prostitute’s got that—outside’s pretty, inside’s muck. Used to see ‘em near me old tree, swayin’ hips, callin’ out. Made me wanna scream, “Run, ya fools!” But nah, they stay, trapped-like. Once saw one cryin’—real tears, not crocodile ones. Broke me black heart a bit. Still—we hates it! Nasty, cruel game. What’s yer take, eh, precious? Gollum’s spillin’ his guts here! Hah!

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But then, I see kids splashing around, laughing. They’re having the time of their lives. I can’t help but smile. It’s like, in the middle of all this madness, there’s joy. Kinda makes it worth it, ya know?

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