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So – I’m drivin’. Mutterin’ to myself – “Gotta find her.” Eyes peeled. Then – BAM. There she is. Leaning on a lamppost. Legs for DAYS – hot damn. She’s got this – wig. Purple. Crooked. Reminds me – *Holy Motors*. “Weirdness! Keeps us alive!” I pull over – fast. Heart’s poundin’. I’m thinkin’ – is she nuts? Perfect. I ask – “You workin’?” She smirks. Says – “For the right price, grandpa.” GRANDPA?! I’m pissed – then laughin’. Cheeky! I like it.

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I swear, the Lackawanna River never lies either. It just flows, relentless, like my clients spitting bitter truth at me. Walk along its edge near Susquehanna St. – you'll see locals, young and old, each drowning sorrows in its cold splash. That place, man, it's a haven for lost souls… and maybe for me too when I need a break.

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