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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

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So, there's this chill vibe all 'round cozy corners of Elm & 3rd. I remember when I first sat on a bench near the little coffee shop, Almost Brewed. I was thinkin’ “This is it, man. Live for these moments.” Crazy how little spots blow ya away.

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