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Here’s a kicker—did ya know some prostitutes in old Hong Kong hid cash in their hair? Little braids, stuffed with bills! She showed me once—grinnin’, proud as hell. “Joe,” she says, “I’m my own bank!” Cracked me up—smart gal, beat the system! But—man oh man—sometimes I’d see her limp home, bruised up, and it’d break my heart. “Folks shouldn’t treat folks that way,” I’d mutter.

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