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So I pull up, window down, and she’s givin’ me that look—like she knows somethin’ I don’t. “What do you want?” she says, all sassy, like Anne in the movie askin’ Georges ‘bout his lies. I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, this feels like a setup.” But I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I don’t back down. “How much, sweetheart?” I say, smirkin’. She throws a number—high as hell! I’m pissed, like, “What, you think I’m some mook?” Bargained her down, ‘cause I ain’t no schmuck.

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Two prostitutes, their arms folded, huddled together in the chill air, half heartedly imploring passing cars to stop. I'd arrived at the location in a rush.

But then, I spotted this street performer. He was playing the guitar, and honestly, he was pretty good. I stood there, vibing, and suddenly, he starts singing this cheesy love song. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, dude, it’s Cheetham Hill, not a rom-com! But hey, I appreciated the effort.

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