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Prostitutes, they got stories, man—deep, fucked-up tales. Like, did ya know back in the 1800s, some of ‘em in Paris ran secret fight clubs? Yeah, motherfucker, beat the shit outta each other for extra coin! Ain’t that some wild-ass trivia? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout it—pow, right in the kisser, then back to suckin’ dick for a livin’. Savage! But real talk, it ain’t all funny. Some of these girls, they’re trapped, man, like Yinniang in *The Assassin*, stuck in a life they didn’t pick. “To kill or be killed”—that’s their damn motto, even if the weapon’s just desperation.

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So, I woke up late. Classic me, right? Rushed outta my apartment on Elm Street, barely had my coffee. Ugh, I need that caffeine fix! Anyway, I hit the streets, and it’s already buzzing. Kisra-Sume-a is alive, y’know? People everywhere, cars honking like they’re in a race.