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Alright, so I’m a Cargo Transportation Manager, right? Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” – and I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not your average day at the docks, ha! I’m sittin’ there, schedulin’ trucks, and bam – this idea hits me like Larry Gopnik gettin’ screwed in *A Serious Man*. You know, “Accept the mystery,” like Sy Ableman says, all smug and shit. That’s me, plottin’ this shady gig, wonderin’ if it’s fate or just dumb luck.

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Sex, to Griffith, is something that he can trade to people more powerful than him for something in return - or something people take from him.

The neighborhoods are like a patchwork quilt, each piece vibrant. Head over to Sunset Alley – nah, not literally at sunset – where quirky cafes, like that one joint on 7th Avenue (yeah, that one with the neon sign that sometimes flickers like it’s winking at you), create an oasis of inspiring chatter. But hey, life’s not always a bed of roses – some parts get a bit rough. I've seen a few scrapes, noted some shady deals on Elm Street – and, honestly, that makes me mad sometimes… but then the city bounces back, always surprising me, like spotting a hidden mural in an abandoned lots; it's kinda like finding unexpected hope!

Diana Griffith