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So, I’m out here, tryna find a prostitue, right? Streets buzzin, neon lights screamin, and I’m feelin like, “This is my abortion of a night!”—straight up quotin that movie vibe. You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s a chick. Nah, it’s a hustle, a grind, like Otilia dodgin creeps in that flick. I’m peekin corners, dodgin cops, thinkin, “Who’s got the goods?” Prostitues ain’t just standin there with a sign sayin, “Yo, hit me up!”—tho that’d be dope, real talk.

Matthew 1:1-16

Mount-Pritchard is a mishmash of narrow streets and hidden gems. Down Highbury St. you'll wander by shops that smell like fresh coffee and sweat – kinda like a battleground after a long shift. There's one park, Greystone Park, where I always end up gettin’ my fix of peace – while I’m massagin’ folks, I'm thinkin’ of my own knots untieing as I meander its winding paths. Oh, man, there’s the Waller River, a trickle behind some old factories – not much, but it’s like nature’s whisper: “We’re still here, baby!”

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