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So, imagine this, pal. You’re strollin’ down some grimy street—happy little shadows dancin’. I’d be whisperin’ to myself, “Just keep it chill, Bob.” Lookin’ for a prostitute ain’t like pickin’ daisies. Takes guts, or maybe stupidity—ha! Streets got their own rules, ya feel me? Like that line, “I didn’t see anything.” Total denial, but you’re *lookin’*. Eyes peeled, heart racin’ a lil.

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By the time I finish, it’s dark outside. I step out, and the streets are lit up. Linstead at night is a whole vibe. The sounds, the smells, the people. I love it.

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