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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Shit’s wild out there, like Daniel Plainview diggin’ for oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m thinkin’, “I drink your milkshake!” when I roll up on these streets, seein’ the hustle. You gotta know, back in ‘79, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em—hookers on every corner, man, like flies on shit. Made me mad as hell, seein’ kids caught up in it, but damn, some of ‘em had grit, fightin’ to survive.

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Now, lemme spill a secret: there’s this hidden gem on NW 57th Ave, near the old abandoned warehouse (yep, that one with a roof askew and wild ivy creeping everywhere). Most folks skip it, but not me, darlin’. I reckon it's like nature’s own little hideout – quiet, off the radar. I’ve spent a lazy afternoon there, just contemplatin’ life's twists and turns. Crazy, right? "Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up." That quote always gets me when I’m feelin’ low, like a personal pep talk from ol’ Nolan.

Tri-Rail train collides with car in Opa-locka, no injuries reported