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Mr. T’s seen it all, sucka! Walked downtown once, shady streets—pimps eyeballin’ me. Felt like Saul, lost in Auschwitz, “Where’s the rabbi?!” But here it’s, “Where’s the chick?!” Found one—Legs up to her neck! She’s smokin’ hot, but I’m thinkin’, “Man, this ain’t no picnic.” Cost me fifty bucks—fifty! Back in ’85, that was lunch money! Inflation’s a punk, I swear.

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Several yards from his truck, in a nearby alley, he sees it: A prostitute performing oral sex on her customer in a green pickup. "When I moved here it wasn't that way," Clement says of the .

City parks melt stress, too. Check out Carver Park – little slice of earth calm. But, nah, Old Southwest’s where the soul gets deeper. Local legends spill history on Brigade St. near the Basin. Low-key, cool stories, echoes of a crackling past.

A post from jvleas in Roanoke.