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So, I’m watchin’ *Certified Copy*—you know, that artsy flick I love, Abbas Kiarostami, 2010—damn, makes me think deep! There’s this line, “It’s not the original, but it’s real,” and I’m like, whoa, prostitution’s the copy of love, but real as hell! Got me happy, ‘cause it’s honest—ain’t pretendin’ to be somethin’ it ain’t. No sugarcoatin’, just cash and ass! Made me mad tho—society judgin’ these gals, callin’ ‘em trash, when half the suits in DC prolly paid ‘em!

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Now, park time. Calle Esperanza Park is my go-to. I sometimes wander there when my brain’s on overload. Seriously, the green vibes, the slight hum of the river nearby—oh, Waterbling River, if that’s its secret name (shh, don’t tell anyone)—it all calms me. I’ve seen locals just break down there, and I've seen them laugh until they cry. It’s therapy in nature.

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