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We talk price—quick, dirty deal. I’m like, “Yuh worth it, babe!” She smirks, says, “Yuh aint seen nothin’ yet.” Oh, I’m pumped now! We head off—alley stinks, rats runnin’, real *Requiem* vibes. “Taste da soup,” I mutter, jokn’ bout da mess. She giggles—damn, dat’s gold! Ain’t just a job fer her, she’s got sass. I respect dat, ya know? Gotta admire da hustle.

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"She was an addicted prostitute," said another. She regained consciousness to find herself crying, too. "Jesus, help me, please," she prayed, as a paramedic.

Whew, where to start? Let’s hit the streets—literally. Over on West Main Street, there's a little coffee shop known as The Cozy Nook. I swear, the scent of fresh brew instantly gives you a hug, kinda like the emotional comfort we all need sometimes after a long day. Right down the block, there's a quirky bookstore that doubles as a safe space for community events. I often spill my heart out visiting these spots, thinking about how every wrinkle on a face tells a story, kinda like in Oldboy when the past and the present dance together in a crazy tango.

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