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*Heavy breathing* I am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, man. Been thinkin’ bout this lately, sittin’ here, watchin’ *Before Sunset*. You know, that flick where Jesse and Celine just wander, talkin’ shit, spillin’ their guts? Kinda reminds me of the streets—lost souls, lookin’ for somethin’. Anyway, findin’ a hooker ain’t like orderin’ pizza, nah. Takes guts, takes knowin’ the dark corners.

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In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith. “A Voice from the Underworld.

Northside’s my fav. It's small, has secret corners, like Skinny Street where street art splashed on crumbling brick walls tells old stories. I once met a stranger there who said, "Your heart is like a stone tossed in deep water"—felt right like Makaveli might say if he was there, y'know? Not too different from Leviathan's dark poetry, man.

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