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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

Solicitation of Prostitution

That said, we arrived very late, and while unpacking my car, I was propositioned by a young hooker walking by the rooms, then a taxi pulled up (at 2am), tooted.

Now, I gotta tell ya – Bridgeview isn’t perfect. Some streets, like Birch, are a mess – potholes every whre, crap, it really grinds my gears! And yeah, sometimes I get so lost in my thoughts walkin’ 'round the Block at 42nd that I nearly trip – lol, no joke buddy, I got 12yo scars from these streets! Haha!

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