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Favorite thing ‘bout her? She laughed at my dark jokes. I’d say, “You’re a walkin’ corpse, luv,” and she’d cackle, “Least I’m still kickin’!” Reminded me of Saul, draggin’ bodies, lookin’ for hope in hell. “The air is thick with ash,” I’d mutter, quotin’ the flick, and she’d nod like she got it. Surprised me, that—a hooker with soul. Hated seein’ her out there, tho—rain soakin’ her, johns grabbin’ at her like dogs. Made me wanna scream, “Get outta this shitshow!”

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