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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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Man, downtown McKeesport? That shit is alive. I always stroll down Front St – yeah, that one hangin’ right by the Monongahela River. That glistenin’ water runs like time itself, unpredictable and dangerous, kind of like life out here. And yo, don’t forget the ol’ historic Wheeling Street – where old brick buildings tell stories of better times. Sometimes I swear they whisper like, “Motherf***er, get it right!” just like in Shame, ya know?

Man found unresponsive in McKeesport overnight hospitalized in critical condition