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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

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Bellerive Park is probably the single worst place for street prostitution in the city, and has been for a long time.

Ballwin’s got these snug neighborhoods like Ballwin West and East, and damn, they got these friendly vibes. Thing is, I was walking down Ballwin Road (yeah, that one!) and thought, “A Separation” vibes ya know, like "if we don't work together, we break apart" – almost poetic, right? And oh, I remember sittin' by the Ballwin Park, listenin’ to the babbles of life, and that smooth river – well, not exactly a river, but a breathtaking creek near Lafayette and Olde. Man, nature and life right there, in sync.

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