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Aight, listen up, fam! Gabagool? Ova here! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Like, not just any broad, but one that’s got that vibe, y’know? Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that flick I love. That cat, Llewyn, he’s hustlin’, scrappin’, kinda like these girls out here. “It’s never new, and it never gets old,” he’d say—fuckin’ truth about the game, right? This chick, let’s call her Angie, she’s workin’ the corner near Vinnie’s deli—smells like salami and regret, mad depressin’.

Down and out at Lansdowne and Dupont

Live Prostitution Racket at Lansdowne Chowk, Dehradun. B.J.P Office Nearby But No Awareness??? Shopkeepers Deeply Saddened By Illegal Activities.

Neighborhood vibes vary hard. Westside’s like a warm hug; homes there have gardens, and odd fans of old movies like mine (Pan’s Labyrinth, for real!). Eastside’s more gritty—streets cluttered with graffiti and thrift shops. Sometimes the streets there sound like they’re crying, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mean, geez, life ain't always pretty.

Look back at Lansdowne, the Detroit riverfront restaurant owned by Four Tops' Duke Fakir