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Trackin’ prostitutes, it’s messy—cops don’t care much, that’s a fact. Most folks think it’s all glitz, like movies, but nah, it’s sad, raw, like a bad perm. I’m diggin’ through dives, askin’ questions, gettin’ glares. One time, this bouncer—he’s huge, like a human Duff can—tells me ‘bout “stroll zones.” That’s where gals walk, same spots since forever! Little-known stuff, right? I’m like, *“Hmm… history in high heels!”*

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I’ve had crazy moments here too. Like, one night, on a random stroll near Oak Park, I overheard a deep convo about desire and trust. It hit me—emotions, memories, life's messy bits. "You don’t remember me, do you?" echoed in my head. Total deja vu, like in Memento, freakin' epic! Rarrgh!

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