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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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Now, if you're a fan of organized chaos, check out Central Park – central to nothing really – where the winds mess up your hair and you have to fight off the damn seagulls. I used to set up a little meditation spot near the Oak Tree Lane exit, just a chunk of earth to remind me that, well, everything is temporary.

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