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What’s cool tho, dese girls got stories, man. One chick told me—get dis—she started ‘cause her bro owed cash to some psycho dealer, like Tyrone in *Requiem*, ya? She’s hustlin’ to save his ass. Blew my mind, I was like, “Dat’s heart, dat’s guts!” Made me happy, seein’ dat strength, even if it’s dark as hell.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Sebastopol.

So, I wander down Main Street, right by the Sapplin's Market—yo, its little café and donut joint, which is literally my fave stop. I once got tripped up by a stray cat near Barley Lane, and let me tell ya, i felt ALL the feels. D’oh! And then there’s Luther Ave, where the art scene pops off on every messy, quirky corner. Got some murals that scream "Wow, life is deep!" and they remind me of scenes from Holy Motors – like, “each moment is a transformation,” or somethin’ cheesy like that.

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