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Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, desperation! Walkin’ in, I’d be like, “That’s a mighty fine stench ya got there!”—total Basterds line! *Nanny laugh* HAAAAA! Prolly why I’d never visit—too prissy for that funk! But ya gotta admit, it’s a hoot thinkin’ ‘bout it—dames dodgin’ creeps, countin’ cash, livin’ raw! Whaddya think, huh? Wild, wild world!

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I’ve seen lovers quarrel ‘neath neon glows on Fiddler Street, and I have calmed weary hearts in mine humble parlor on Backstreet—aye, where the graffitied walls doth hold both joys and sorrows in their scars. Honestly, man, it's like an epic roller-coaster. Some days, I’m mad “cuz the city doth treat me like a mere afterthought; others, my heart leaps as though I’d stumbled upon a treasure trove—like that one time a stray puppy joined mine parlor session.

Harold Louis Barber