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I spot one—red heels, smokin’ a cig—real cool, like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Homer, you big lug, don’t stare!” But—D’oh!—she winks, and I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory. Costs? Man, 50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for longer—learned that from Lenny once, he’s a freakin’ expert. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought it’d be cheaper—like a Krusty Burger combo! Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s me, forgettin’ my wallet’s empty.

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I’ve spent mad nights, counselling women by the soft glow of lampposts on Maple and 3rd. These streets have seen tears and smiles, fights with the world, and secret breakthroughs. Some say Maple st. holds magic—the vibe, the gritty resilience, the honest struggle. Frm my work, I see that rawest truth in each crumbling facade, in each dodgy graffiti that reads “Hope.”

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