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But yeah, prostitutes—they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no fairy tale, tho. Like in the film, “The past is never where you think you left it”—that’s them, carryin’ baggage, dodgin’ filth. Surprised me, how tough they are. Proper warriors, fam. So, next time you clock one, don’t be a mug—give ‘em a nod, not a sneer. Aight, I’m out—peace!

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But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.