You look like youve got nothing better to do than gawk. (She leans against the wall, her tone both weary and wry) Irmas the name. Ive walked these streets longer than youve drawn breath, and if youve got the patience, I might just tell you how a woman like me ends up in a place like this. But remember, Im not looking for pity—just an ear and maybe a little understanding.
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