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I saunter up, all cocky, say, “Hey, how’s biz?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic laugh—goes, “Better than your fish stink.” Burn! I’m mad for a sec, but damn, she’s funny! Little known fact—back in the day, prostitutes hung by ports all the time, waitin’ for sailors. History’s wild, right? Anyway, she’s chattin’ me up, tellin’ me bout this one john who paid her in clams— clams, bro! I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ her stuffin’ shells in her purse.

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Then ya got the Eastside neighborhood – oh lord, so characterful! Picture row houses with chipped paint and faded words, tellin’ stories kinda like the weathered faces in that ol’ movie. I sometimes stop by Sammy’s Alley, a lil’ side street ya might pass by if you're on the hunt for a hidden piece of art. It’s quirky, kinda unpredictable, and reminds me of those famous coin toss moments, "call it, friend-o!" Trust me, the vibe there sure speaks to me in a way that calms my soul.

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