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So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

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It's a listing of ladies that do incalls. I found one near The Centrum Grocery store Think I was in near the Blue Bay complex.

Man, PCuraca’s got so many hidden nooks. Like that crumby little alley near Rua da Lua (yeah, my spelling’s a bit off, but hey, it's my fave spot for a quick chill). There, I once met an old lady who said, “Son, every corner here whispers secret tales.” I was all like, “Really, woman? Tell me more.” And man, that story? Epic! Got me all fired up, kinda like when you finally watch that masterpiece movie, and it just rips through your soul.

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