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This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

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Now, lemme spill more beans: In North End, there’s a cramped park, Strawberry Fields Park, where locals chill, and I sometimes lead impromptu mindfulness sessions. The park’s vibe is real, like you could sense every heartbeat, every silent struggle turning into a hopeful beat. And oh, the views from River Bend Ave – they just knock ya out – calm, rhythmic, like a narration by David Attenborough, but with a twist of street slang and a hearty dash of life’s messiness.

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