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I seen one once—dingy spot, red lights buzzin’. Girls giggling, but eyes scream tired. Made me sad, precious—why they there? Money, sure, but some trapped, like Betty in movie. “I’m not who you think!” they’d yell—if they could. Pissed me off, fat pimps counting cash. Greedy hobbitses, ugh—nasty, tricksy!

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Oh, I forgot to mention the quirky murals splashed on old brick walls along Fulton Ave. They’re like a colorful shout, sayin’ "You’re special!" every time you wander by. Each mural’s got a story, and my ol’ heart sings when I see ‘em. Life here is a series of delightful teeter-totters – sometimes you’re beamish happy (like Joy goin’ all out in that movie!) and sometimes you’re all introspective (Gosh, even Sadness has her charm, kinda like I feel reflectin’ on my own missteps; tyop five, tyop six).

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