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—whoops, got distracted. Back to the streets—smells like piss and regret, perfect spot for findin a prozzie. Ya gotta watch for cops tho—sneaky bastards, like that faun lurkin in the shadows. “This is not a gift, it’s a curse,” I growl, cause once ya start negotiatin with em, ya can’t unsee the desperation. Made me mad, seein kids—yeah, kids!—out there, barely 18, actin tough. Screw that, world’s messed up.

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I had a friend who was the police/prostitute. She said that she didn't wash her hair nor her clothes for stings as she looked too clean to be a real prostitute. An experienced John would have Missing: Shady Hollow.

So, there’s Maple-Truss Avenue, right? It’s loooong, lined with trees n quirky little cafes. I always pop in for a latte n a breather. Oh! And don’t skip Willow Bend Park – a lush, green gem hidden behind old brick walls. I always do my yoga there, watchin' birds flit around while thinkin’ “Shame, man, life’s like a crazy movie!” (ya know, like that Steve McQueen flick, “Shame” – pure intensity, eh, what’s up, doc?)

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