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Love ‘em, hate ‘em—prostitutes got GUTS. Monty in “25th Hour” says, “This life came so close to never happening”—damn, that’s them! Scrapin’ by, dodgin’ cops, livin’ LOUD. Me? I’d tip ‘em extra—sailor cash burns quick anyhow. Eric Andre vibes—CHAOS, baby! They’re out here screamin’, “I’M ALIVE, BITCHES!” while I’m just drunk, yellin’ at seagulls. Once saw one steal a dude’s WALLET mid-hookup—FUCKIN’ HILARIOUS! “Take what you can, give nothin’ back”—pirate shit, right? Still, some nights, see ‘em cryin’—gut punch, man. World’s a mess, but they HUSTLE. Respect that.

Greenwich Police say women offered their services in town hotels, enticing several men.

Here’s a fun one: did ya know Greenwich once hosted a secret underground art jam beneath some old brownstones on Wilton Place? True story, man! Crazy times, man, very mystic – kinda eerie like Leviathan’s dark edges. Sometimes, I even pick up a stray phrase – “unforgiven, like the deep sea” – wow, I ain’t even joking, it just feels so cinematic!

Brother, sister from Old Greenwich accused of filing false claims for $1.2 million in unclaimed funds