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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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What struck me as unusual was the presence of approximately Asian women, all dressed as masseuses. It was PM, and the shop closed at 9 PM.

I sometimes get mad at the noise of traffic. But honestly? It just makes me more relaxed. Like, I work stress-out schedules. Being a relaxation specialist means I see life's yin and yang. I know every bug, every leaf drippin’ dew. LOL, nature sounds and urban beats, all mixed.

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