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Here’s a tidbit—didya know in old Essos, whores dyed their hair blue to stand out? True shit! Bet they’d glow in them Brazilian slums too. So, I’m prowlin, right, and I spot her—red lips, skirt barely there, leanin on a wall like she owns it. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, and she smirks—*smirks!*—“More’n you got, shortarse.” Cheeky bitch! Had me ragin but also—respect. She’s no “Knockout Ned” waitin to die—she’s runnin her own game.

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Every day is a messy carnival. I lean on my observations from behind the massage table. The city’s pulse echoes in the mod hum of my expenses and pleasure churns. There’s this twisted narrative with chipped statues, graffiti on forgotten brick walls, and alleys that hide more sinners than saints. Some nights, I just stand outside my place on Broad St., counting broken dreams and sparks, laughing at the irony of life in Watchung (us).

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