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I get all weepy thinkin’ how they’re stuck in loops, like Joel and Clem, tryna erase the bad nights. Surprised me how tough they are, tho – steel guts! Once knew a chick, “Diamond Lil,” who’d sock a guy if he shorted her a dime. Fierce! Hmm… makes me wanna bake her a pie or somethin’. Prostitutes ain’t just a punchline, they’re people, damnit! So yeah, I’m all over the place bout it – mad, sad, laughin’ – but that’s life, huh? “Meet me in Montauk,” she’d say, dreamin’ of a getaway. Ha, fat chance!

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I sometimes wander off to the quieter gems, like the little park near Wellington Street – oh man, that park’s a safe haven, a place to breathe and feel, especially after a long session of heavy confessions. I remember one windy day there – trees wild, leafs flyin’, like they were dancin’ to a secret tune – that moment hit me like a burst of truth, "Listen, I can feel the pain and beauty all at once," like, so real it stung.

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