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So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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She was anything but a queen. Pamela Churchill Harriman was a courtesan, plain and simple. Webster: “Courtesan: a prostitute; esp. one whose.

I stroll past Old Town Lane, where crumbling brick buildings meet modern murals. It’s like the past and future are having a constant rap battle. I luv when the street performers jam and the old men share tales of “Time’s up” moments from decades ago, like a scene straight out of Spike Lee’s flick, where every corner shouts, “One million dollars!”

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