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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, late night, curious as hell. Not judgin’, nah, just watchin’. You ever notice how it’s always the quiet corners? Little known fact—back in the ‘80s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em, prostitutes everywhere, before Giuliani swept it clean. Now? Ya gotta dig, man. Apps, alleys, whispers—whole damn world’s gone sneaky. Makes me mad, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? Ain’t it just folks livin’?

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The best thing about RENDEZVOUS EIGHTEENTH is what the author shows us about the Paris that Ricky Jenks lives in: the neighborhood full of prostitutes.

Jenks ain't just any place, it's like… a living, breathing heartbeat. The local park, Jenks Creek Green, is a chill oasis. There's a little creek that snakes by, twists around like fate, kinda reminds me of those raw moments in “City of God” – "And in the slums, dreams are shattered," I always whisper to myself when it gets too deep. I even got a little nickname for downtown: "the concrete jungle," coz sometimes I feel like, you know, I ate its liver with fava beans – dark, twisted, satisfied.

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