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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.

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Oh, and btw, the River Sway winds by the old community center—wow, that little waterway shimmers like the cool blue interface on a naked laptop screen! Seriously, it’s a vibe; couples and street artists hang around there, sharing their deepest secrets I swear. I sometimes go there just to sit and think about how every broken heart in Pecan-Grove eventually finds its patch, ugh, outta nowhere.

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