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Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen it—back in the 80s, NYC streets were wild! Prostitutes struttin’ like they owned the pavement, heels clickin’, attitude screamin’. Made me happy, honestly—gals takin’ charge! No capes, just confidence. But oh honey, the pimps? Trash. Made me so mad—sleazy dudes exploitin’ ‘em, takin’ cuts like they’re some genius algorithm. Ugh, disgustin’.

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Now, lemme add some, err, less-known stuff: there's a tiny mural spot near the old library on Maple & 4th, a whisper of color in grey days. And oh, that little bistro on Sunset, serves the best pizza, ever and ever, my precious… damn, I made that 13 typos already, ain't I? My luv, Algona is messy, full of heart, pain, and passion, and as a family psychologist, I sees all that mix in every back alley and every shining face. Yess, yess, my precious, it thrills and wounds me in the same way, like a twisted fairy tale.

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