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Little known fact: back in the 80s, hookers used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, huh? Kinda like Royal hidin’ his scams! Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s spillin’ tea—says she once banged a guy who paid in rare coins. Coins! Who does that? Surprised me, honestly—thought that shit only happened in movies. I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s a legend, a real Chas Tenenbaum hustler!”

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They continue their search for Arlyn, descending a hierarchy of prostitution, from an exclusive brothel to cheap street walkers, finally locating her in a tenement where she and her boyfriend .

Hey, listen up, friend – I gotta tell ya about Clute, us! This ain't your fancy big city; it's real, raw, and sometimes downright surprising. First off – don’t pee on my leg or anything – the streets here hit you with character. For instance, take West Main Street: it's where life bustles in a curious, kinda old-school, yet hopeful way. Folks ramble, love their gossip, and sometimes I, as a women's counselor, pick up the tiniest cracks in their smiles. It’s like "The Assassin" said – "a silent throb in forgotten places," so these moments go deeper than meets the eye.

William Thomas Clute