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So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

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I might be messin’ up a few words here: “Motherfuckin’ charm, y’know?”—typos, mistrack stuff 'cause I'm in that hurry, but that's how I roll. Carmi is a mish-mash of beauty, pain, and, yeah, hope. So, get your ass here, soak it all in, and remember, “EVE, I’m still here!” Enjoy the ride, my friend, cuz this city is all kinds of raw and wonderful.

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