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I spot one – legs long, eyes sharp, leanin on a lamppost. Heart’s racin, I’m sweatin – we wants it! “You’re not from here,” she says, smirkin. I’m thinkin, “No shit, lady, I’m a bloody mess!” Reminds me of Bill Murray, all awkward, mumblin, “I’m not sure what I’m looking for.” I’m vibin that, hard. She’s chattin me up, price comes up – fuck, too steep! We hates it! “Robbery, that is!” I hiss, stompin off. She laughs, calls me cheap. Cheeky bitch.

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Neighborhoods? Hah, where do I start! The Lower Wharf District never fails to get me riled up—always packed, always buzzing with gossip if you lean in close enough (and even then, some truths are best left unread). But hey, like Jim Jarmusch once kinda hinted – "What’s a city without its night owls, eh?" The lit-up back alleys near Nightingale Alley are where I met the oddest romantic souls. Crazy, right?

Jerry Bergquist a dedicated public servant