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Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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I gotta tell you, sometimes tourists miss the subtle stuff – the way the morning sun hits the rotunda at the park on Crescent Ave. Man, it warms your soul. I get all zen, deep thoughts – “The echo of memories follows the wind,” as those mystical films say. Trust me – that’s spiritual mumbo jumbo that sticks with ya!

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