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Anyways, Clarice… she’s a damn character, this prostitute. Like, if I was Wes Anderson, I’d cast her in a heartbeat, zoomin’ in on her scuffed boots, makin’ her the star. “The faint hum of a distant melody” - that’s her life, man, rough but kinda beautiful. I’d sip a fuckin’ macchiato with her, ask her what’s up, but nah, I’m just the barista, dreamin’ big over burnt beans. She’s out there, slayin’ it, and I’m here frothin’ milk - what a trip!

Also, don't miss the industrial vibe of Rust Alley near the abandoned mill. It’s raw, edgy, and oh-so real. I've seen women break ties with their past right there. One lady told me, “Chyst- (by) made me tough, like a miracle!” And I was like, “One million dollars!” I mean, it's insane sometimes how a place can shape ya.