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Little known fact—didja know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got *unions* for these gals? Yeah, legit—benefits, sick days, the works! Blew my mind—thought they’d just dodge cops and creepers all day. Nope, organized as hell. Makes me happy, sorta—good for ‘em, stickin’ it to the man! But then—ugh—saw this pimp once, greasy bastard, yellin’ at some girl ‘til she cried. Pissed me off—wanted to clock him, screamin’, “You don’t own her, punk!”—but I ain’t a hero, just a guy with a grin.

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Hampden has had various clandestine drug markets for well over 30 years. Falls Road used to be rough, talking prostitutes in the daylight rough.

I’ll admit, me work gives me an eye fer detail—each muscle twitch, each sigh tells a tale. Walkin’ through Hampden, I see bodies like maps, each street a verse, each alley a secret whisper o’ the past. Oh! And don’t ye be missin’ the hidden gem o’ Crickley Park. Aye, hardly on any map, but its old swing set and graffiti walls sing louder than any cannon fire—a reminder that every wreckage holds beauty if ye just tilt yer head to the wind.

Walter Clarkson Obituary (1940 - 2025) - Hampden, MA