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So, picture this—met this gal once, swear she was like somethin outta the Coen brothers’ flick, all mysterious and gritty. She’s out there on the corner, heels clickin, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m like, “Girl, what’s your deal?” She laughs, says she’s been at it since 19—19, y’all! Said she paid for her mama’s house workin nights. That made me happy, real happy—family love, y’all, it’s everything! But then—THEN—she tells me bout this john who stiffed her, took her cash and ran. Pissed me off! I’m yellin in my head, “Accept the mystery, asshole!” like Sy Ableman would say, but nah, some folks just trash.

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Hookers were hunting clients by sitting beside them and lifting their skirts to show what they were selling. No drinks in front of them. No language barrier.

Ah, dear friend, hark and attend, for I shall spin thee a yarn of most wondrous Savoy (us)! Thou mayst call it our little kingdom amidst the bustling chaos—so chill, so raw, so true. Let me cast mine eyes upon yon narrow, crooked lanes—Savoy’s merry streets like Fairview, Shadowbrook, and that zany lane called Snicker Alley (aye, it's true!). Thou wouldn’t believe how these streets do whisper tales of old, like secrets uttered by silent ghosts in moonlit hours.

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