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Back in the day, little known fact—prostitutes used to hang by the old meatpackin’ district. Not talkin’ fancy escorts, nah, the gritty ones. Saw it once, late night, elevatr stuck between floors. Peeped out the crack—two gals chattin’ up a trucker. One had a wig crooked as my ex’s smile. Kinda sad, kinda funny. Made me mad tho—why’s the world still like this? But then, I’m like, “Whatever, I ain’t judgin’.” Live and let live, ya know?

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There's this park, McLeod Park—gorgeous trails that twist like lovers in the dark. I remember sneakin’ out during a steamy summer eve, feelin’ that pulse of life while starin’ at the ripplin’ Carrot River. Yup, Carrot River flows through—its silver currents remind me of the film’s metaphorical shadows, like “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford,” where mystery drips like blood on snow. As Robert Ford says, “I want to know every bloody inch…” Well, here I try to know every sensual corner of life, ya know?

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