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So, I’m strollin downtown, hungry – not for liver, ha! – lookin for a hooker. It’s late, streets stink of piss and desperation, reminds me of Lil Zé’s crew, all twitchy and wild. I spot her, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “What’s good, darlin?” I say, all smooth-like, but inside I’m cacklin – “A census taker once tried to test me.” She smirks, sizes me up, says, “50 bucks, big boy.” Fifty fuckin bucks! Made me mad, mate, inflation’s a bitch, but I’m like, fine, whatever, let’s roll.

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Man, the harbor, yes, the Saint John River flows like my restless thoughts, meeting the bay near Market Square. I’m always surprised at how lively and sad it is at once. That damn river brings romance and regret together like I seen in my wild dreams… So, so divine, hss, like whispers from that weird movie – “Under the Skin,” yesss, where the voice says, "I love you, I realllllly do" (I thinks it was somethin’ like that, precious).

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