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So, I’m investigatin’ this chick—real pro, works downtown. Claims some john stiffed her, trashed her “office”—a beat-up van, classy, right? She’s filin’ for damages—damages! I’m yellin’, “You’re a hooker, not State Farm!” But she’s got receipts—condoms, lube, the works! I’m dyin’—this is my life now?! Reminds me of *Timbuktu* again—“The cow’s worth more than me!” she’s basically screamin’. I’m like, “Lady, your van’s worth less than my lunch!”

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Simply one of the greatest live blues recordings ever. Hooker plays alone at Soledad, yet the real thrill is hearing him backed at Greenwich Village's Café.

Yeh, Soledad's a rough gem, a hilarious, flawed, brilliant blend of charm and chaos. Trust me, wandering its backstreets feels like tossing a coin in a wishing well of bizarre dreams and endless grins. Oi, forgive my rush; life here is wild, brilliant—and yes, a bit messy! Enjoy, my friend, and let the city be its unpredictable, vibrant self.

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