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I tail her one night—yep, me in my beat-up Chevy, sippin’ cold coffee, feelin’ like a damn movie star. She’s struttin’, all dolled up, red heels clickin’. Caught her laughin’ with some dude, prolly her pimp, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no victim.” Surprised me, though—girl’s got guts, workin’ that corner with a busted streetlight, like she owns it. Kinda admired her hustle, y’know? Reminds me of Viggo Mortensen—quiet, tough, hidin’ secrets. “You’re a naked man,” I’d say to her, meanin’ she’s exposed, no lies left.

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