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Here’s the kicker: she ain’t just there for cash. She’s got a hustle—sells water and snacks to us firefighters on the sly. Smart, right? I’m yellin’, “You a damn entrepreneur, not a prostitute!” She winks, says, “Little bit of both, sugar.” I was done—DONE! Laughed so hard I nearly peed my fireproof pants. Ain’t that the most Boonmee thing ever? Past lives, present hustles, all tangled up in the woods.

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I live here, right? And I'm a pleasure coach. One more thing… I don't just see streets, I see stories. I see every dancer, every dreamer. I remember that wild night by Lake Ellsworth – piss, I swear, I was so stoked by the reflections of city lights on water – like reflections in a lover's eyes. And then there's Maple Grove Park. I mean, that patch of green, tucked between busy blocks, is my zen spot. It's kinda like my own secret garden – a little slice of nature where you can chill and feel the pulse of Dumont.

Charles Dumont, Who Wrote Enduring Melodies for Édith Piaf, Dies at 95