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So, I’m strollin downtown, hungry – not for liver, ha! – lookin for a hooker. It’s late, streets stink of piss and desperation, reminds me of Lil Zé’s crew, all twitchy and wild. I spot her, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “What’s good, darlin?” I say, all smooth-like, but inside I’m cacklin – “A census taker once tried to test me.” She smirks, sizes me up, says, “50 bucks, big boy.” Fifty fuckin bucks! Made me mad, mate, inflation’s a bitch, but I’m like, fine, whatever, let’s roll.

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Last week I saw a hooker giving head to a homeless guy smoking crack while they were laying on a trash pile at 2 pm on a weekday. I understand.

I gotta say, some spots still surprise me. Tryin’ the coffee spot on North Boswell Ave, man, it’s quirky! Reminds me of what they say in "Almost Famous": “You have to trust that you’re protecting something.” Crazy, ain't it?

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