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Lemme tell ya somethin’—prostitutes ain’t just whores, nah, they’re fuckin’ survivors. Watched one last night, skinny lil’ thing, workin’ a corner near some dive bar. Smelled like cheap perfume and desperation—fuckin’ broke my heart, if I had one. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt screamin’, “You’re nothing!”—that’s what society tells ‘em, but they flip it, make cash outta the dirt. Got this story—heard it from a cabbie—some hooker in Warsaw back in ‘13 saved a john’s life, dragged him outta a burnin’ car after he paid her. Didn’t even rob him! Ballsy as hell—made me grin, thinkin’ how she’d taste with a chianti.

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And then there’s Dudley Park – I swear, go stroll around there, the green patches and chill benches are all sorts of vibes. Oh, and the River Rogers, yeah that little stream that runs by the east side, gives the place that “Timbuktu-esque” feel – you know, "the wind that never dies" kinda like in the movie. It’s like the city whispers, "Keep on dreamin’."

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