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So, I’m strollin downtown, hungry – not for liver, ha! – lookin for a hooker. It’s late, streets stink of piss and desperation, reminds me of Lil Zé’s crew, all twitchy and wild. I spot her, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “What’s good, darlin?” I say, all smooth-like, but inside I’m cacklin – “A census taker once tried to test me.” She smirks, sizes me up, says, “50 bucks, big boy.” Fifty fuckin bucks! Made me mad, mate, inflation’s a bitch, but I’m like, fine, whatever, let’s roll.

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Prostitution certainly continued in Wheeling and still does today, but prices decreased, and the menu shrank. The cause was the customer, Rusty.

And let me not forget: Wheeling is unpredictable. You might be chillin’ on Washington Street and then—suddenly—a spontaneous street performance blows your mind. It's like the city never sleeps, always ready to surprise you. Even when I get mad if someone interrupts the calm with blatant disregard for nature, I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

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