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So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

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First stop? The corner shop on Passage Fort. I needed my coffee fix. But guess what? No coffee! Just my luck, right? I was like, “Y’all serious?!” I mean, how can a day start without coffee? I was already feelin’ the anger bubbling up.

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