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So I stroll up, wood dust still on my boots, feelin’ cocky. This one gal, she’s got legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a sucker. “What’s your deal, big guy?” she asks. I’m thinkin’, *Don’t pee on my leg, lady*—I ain’t here for games. “Just need a night,” I say, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head—“I’d forgotten what this feels like.” She laughs, says, “Fifty bucks, carpenter boy.” Fifty?! I’m shocked—prices went up! Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, damn!

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Neighborhhoods? Sure thing. There's Dusty Alley, where there’s spartan corners, cool graffiti, and every booger of a building has a secret. I almost lost my cool at the sight of that greasy diner on Rumble St. (sorry, buzzy Diner). Crazy times, man, crazy times!

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