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So, picture this—some gal, workin’ the corner. Smokin’ a cig, skirt hiked up, lookin’ bored as hell. I hate it. Stinks of desperation, y’know? Makes me mad—why’s she there? World’s a dumpster fire, pushin’ folks to this. Back in like, ancient Rome, they had these brothels—called lupanars. Little known fact: walls scratched with dick pics and reviews. Like Yelp, but horny and carved. Surprised me, honestly—thought we invented dumbass graffiti.

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Crazy nights on Harbor Ln. are a vibe too. Neon signs flicker like brain synapses. I laugh thinking "everything here is symbolic, man." Work lets me see what ya miss: energy, tranquility, and constant chaos.

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