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So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

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i love peepin the local spots too, like the sugar land town square. many hang out there, chattin, loungin, just vibing. it's kinda like those slow pans in "The Assassin" – every shot, every laugh, every tear matters. then theres the mystic trails near the sugar land heritage museum, where i once sat talkin to my own reflection – heartfelt convos, man.

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