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So. Whore. Oldest gig in the book. Been ‘round forever – fact! Ancient Babylon? They had temple whores. Sacred stuff – no kiddin’! Priests bangin’ chicks for the gods. Wild, right? Makes me laugh – ha! Religion and sex, mixin’ it up. Like a cocktail – shaken, not stirred. Gets me thinkin’. “You’re either livin’. Or you’re dyin’,” like Bigelow’s boys say. Whores? They’re LIVIN’. Makin’ cash. Dodgin’ creeps. Survives like soldiers in Iraq – defusin’ bombs, defusin’ DRAMA!

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Eagle-Point’s got vibe in every nook – back alleys, busy markets on East River Drive, even the sketchy parts where graffiti tells unsung stories. I swear, sometimes I feel the city talks, mumbles “Sharon, come on!” like Ozzy on a bad day. Crazy place, man! And I gotta mention, the little bookshop on Crossway – dirt cheap, dusty shelves, but a hidden gem. I once met a punk poet there – wild, messed up, but full of heart.

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