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But real talk—prostitutes got stories, man. Heard one gal started ‘cause her kid needed meds. Broke my heart—still does. She’s out there, freezin’, while I’m cozy watchin’ Pixar rats. Ain’t fair, y’know? Makes me wanna hug ‘er, say, “You’re enough!”—like Colette tellin’ Remy he’s got talent.

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Then, I decided to hit up the park by the river. It’s so chill there, right? I plopped down on a bench, soaking in the sun. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and BAM! Right into my face! I mean, really? I was just trying to enjoy my moment. I laughed it off, though. Gotta keep it light, right?

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