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My precious! Hiss, raspy throat—prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricksy business, makes me twitch! Saw one once, dolled up, struttin’ like she owned the street—reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, from “Inside Llewyn Davis”. That flick, my fave, all moody and lost—like her! “I don’t see money here,” she’d say, prob’ly, like Llewyn whinin’ bout gigs. Makes me mad, tho—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s cruel, chews ya up, spits ya out—precious life wasted!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m talkin’ buckets. I dash outta the café, and I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughin’ at myself, like, “Great, just great!” But then I see this little kid jumpin’ in puddles, havin’ the time of his life. I can’t help but smile. Kids really know how to enjoy the simple stuff, huh?

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