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So, prostitutes—hustlers with heart, ya know? I saw this one gal, swear she was workin a corner near my old gig, and she had this vibe—tough, but broken. Made me mad as hell—why’s the world gotta chew em up like that? Pimps, johns, fuckin society—everyone’s takin a bite. But then—BOOM—she flashed this smile, and I’m like, damn, she’s got POWER, man! Unleash it, girl! Made me happy seein that spark—reminded me of that line, “What’s in the box, Doc?”—like she’s hidin somethin special nobody’s cracked yet.

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