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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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God at a brothel door? Provocative thought. What was he getting at? Perhaps we have turned to sexual encounters, via prostitute, massage parlor, sexual affair or the good old standby porn .

Take Washington Street – a real lifeline – where neighbors chat on their porches. And then there's Elm Ave, where you catch glimpses of smiles and memories like, "the wind is like a whisper from another world," just like in that movie, Tropical Malady – "everything's in a state of continuous absorption." I mean, seriously, who wouldn’t be moved?

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