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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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Ah, Clarice… Welcome to Shaw-Heights (us), my little slice of debauched paradise. Picture this: narrow, twisty streets – like Huxley Ave and Bellamy Lane – where neon reflections dance on wet pavement at midnight. I've lived here for years, and every crack in the pavement tells its own sordid tale.

Who are neighborhood parks for anyway?