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I roll up to this spot, shady as fuck. Neon lights flickerin’, smellin’ like regret and cheap perfume. This chick, she struts out—heels clackin’, skirt shorter than a blunt wrap. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you workin’ hard or hardly workin’?” She grins, all sassy—reminds me of Monty’s crew, hustlin’ to survive. “This is my last night,” I mutter, quotin’ *25th Hour*, feelin’ deep. She don’t get it, but whatever, vibe’s still cool.

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Time has shadowed the soiled doves of Bisbee. At any given time there were as many as girls working in the red-light district.

Take a stroll by Copper Queen Mine, it’s eerie and real. Kinda like that Dogville feel. In the film, they say, “the sins of the past come sniffin’ around,” and I felt that right here, every damn day. I walk down Tombstone St, watch kids play near Library Park and think: “This is life, baby!”

Bisbee Breakfast Club exploring options on where to go next, but adamant eatery will stay in Bisbee