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So, last week, I’m out, dodgin’ cops, eyein’ the girls. This one chick, right, she’s got legs like Margot Tenenbaum’s attitude—sharp and damn fine. I’m like, “Hey, darlin’, you ever seen a guy in a mask?” She laughs, says, “Only the weirdos!” Made me happy as hell—love a smart mouth. But then, this pimp rolls up, all greasy and loud, yellin’ bout money. Pissed me off! Wanted to gut him right there— “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter under my breath, imaginin’ it. Didn’t tho—too messy, even for me.

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During the peak of the Chisholm Trail era, prostitutes saw very quickly that they could make money with the cowboys, and at least per month were fined.

Chisholm’s got these quirky streets like Moore Crescent and Linton Lane. Yeah, they might sound boring but trust me, they hold secrets. I’ve walked these paths on many a late night stroll, thinkin’ about how every step is like a data point on my psych radar. It’s like when you watch “Fish Tank” and the world seems raw and real – one moment you're thinking, “I just wanna be free,” and the next, BOOM, you're hit with truth.

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