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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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Other secrets – the Acushnet River, oh yes, flows smooth behind the industrial quarter. It’s not here for tourists, no, it's our hidden midnight stroll spot, where reflections of street lamps and stars mix into a dance. Never miss a moment there, yesss, even if sometimes I gets mad when a stray dog barks near me. “We hates it!” I mutter, but then I smiles, because it's life indeed.

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