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About East London

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” After, I’m leanin on the wall, sweatin, thinkin—why’d I do this? Same reason I carve violins—cuz I *need* to. She’s countin my cash, smirkin. “You’re a freak, strings.” Yeah, Candy, I am. Walkin away, I’m hummin *Brooklyn*’s theme, feelin alive. Prostitue hunt? Success. Night’s still young.

Are you old enough to be here?

As a women’s counselor, man, I notice how the city wears its scars proudly. I recall a time a client said, "Rarrgh! This place is raw and real," and I wasn’t kidding. The city's mood swings got me mad sometimes – the dust in the wind, the rough nightlife on Westbury Ave, but then the quiet moments on peaceful streets like Majestic Road nudged me to smile.

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