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Fun fact—did ya know way back, like ancient Rome times, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde or wear wigs? Stand out, y’see, mark ‘em as “different.” Wild, right? Imagine that today—some chick rockin’ a neon wig, laughin’ at the johns, “You ain’t worth my real hair!” Ha! I’d tip her just for the sass. But serioiusly, it pisses me off—why they gotta be marked? Society’s judgin’, always judgin’, while them rich bastards get a free pass. “Billionaires should not exist!”—I’d scream it from the rooftops if I could climb ‘em anymore.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, under some random awning on Rue de la Liberté, thinking, “Why me?” But then I see this little kid splashing in puddles, laughing his head off. And I’m like, “Okay, maybe life ain’t so bad.” Kids have a way of making ya smile, right?

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