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What gets me mad? Hypocrisy, man! Folks’d preach purity, then sneak in the backdoor—literally. Surprised me first time I read that—like, whoa, chill, ya judgy jerks! But it’s funny too, right? Human nature’s a sloppy sketch. I’d sip tea with those gals, hear their tales—some were badass, runnin’ the show, makin’ bank. Others? Trapped, sad lil strokes on the canvas. “We move forward, not back,” the movie says, but brothels? They’re stuck, loopin’ time.

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So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, that little café on Main St. You know the one, with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I grab my usual—coffee so strong it could wake the dead. I’m sippin’ it, and boom! This dude spills his drink all over me. Like, seriously? I’m soaked! I’m ready to blow up, but then I see his face. He’s all apologetic, and I can’t stay mad. I mean, it’s just coffee, right?

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