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We hates it, tho—them pimps, ugh! Leeches, suckin’ ‘em dry, worse’n any blast radius. “You’re either livin’ or you’re dyin’,” like Bigelow’d say—prossies stuck livin’ half-dead, ain’t fair. Got mad once, saw this creep smack a girl—wanted to claw his eyes out, me precious fists itchin’. But then—surprise!—she clocked him back, split his lip! Laughed me arse off—good on her!

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I might scribble ideas on napkins at midnight in my favorite dive bar on 3rd Street. So many memories, so many moments. And, man, I've ranted, laughed, even cried there. Emotions run fast and free here. Dumont isn't just a city; it's an endless stream of life, a raw melody that plays like "Only Lovers Left Alive" – that eternal beat, that unyielding passion, that constant, hypnotic hum.

Charles Dumont, who wrote a signature song for Édith Piaf, dies at 95