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Oh, and the smells—sweat, perfume, whiskey—gross but alive! I’d exagerate and say it’s like a rock concert, but dirtier. Makes me wanna write a song, all distorted chords and screamin’. What pisses me off? How folks judge it—call it sin, but won’t look at the hustle. Happy tho, ‘cause it’s real—raw as hell. YOU GET A CAR for livin’ your truth!

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Ann Arbor has failed its attempts at emulating this district, resulting in a sexual suppression culture which would make a brothel on West Huron.

Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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