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We talk price—man, inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a twenty, now it’s triple. “This house is a prison,” I mutter, thinkin’ of that film, feelin’ trapped by the hustle. She laughs, says, “Ain’t we all locked up somehow?” Deep, right? Wise as hell. I’m impressed—prostitutes got philosophy now? Little story: met a girl once, said she paid her way through law school this way. Wild, huh?

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I get pissed off when I see fing tourists missin’ the point. They trample over the soul of the city. I’ve bled memories here, both sweet and bitter. Sometimes, a damn lifetime is sketched on these streets. It’s maddening, yet exquisite. We’re talkin’ authenticity, raw life, and a bit o’ fin’ madness thrown in.

Impact Day Saturday: Tracking a few thunderstorms, severe weather threat