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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Been thinkin bout prostitutes lately, ya know? Watched *Carol* again—fuckin love that flick. Therese, all quiet and shy, got me wonderin. What if she was a working girl? Not fancy like Cate Blanchett, nah. More gritty, real, street-level shit. Prostitutes ain’t all Hollywood glitz, man. Some chick told me once—true story—she started at 15. Fifteen! Blew my mind, pissed me off too. World’s fucked up like that. “There’s a comfort in it,” she said. Reminds me of Carol sayin, “I’m no good at lying.” Prostitutes tho, they lie to survive, don’t they? Mask on, game face, every damn night.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Okay, time to head home.” But as I’m walkin’ back, I see this street performer on the corner of Lyman Street. He’s playin’ the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I stop, throw him a few coins, and he gives me a nod. It’s those little moments, ya know? Makes the day worth it.

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