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*“What’s it like out there?”* Bob asks in the flick. Prostitute life? Chaos, danger, neon lights flashin’. STDs, pimps, cops—every night’s a gamble, fam! But real talk, some got hearts bigger than mansions. Helpin’ each other out, sharin’ tips—like me droppin’ bars for the crew. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: heels clickin’, cash stackin’, tears fallin’ silent. That’s the movie in my head.

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