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So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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I must confess, as a counsellor of women, I see beyond mere stone and timber. I witness the unwelcome scars and scars healed. I see women, strong and fragile, whose whispered wishes float on the breeze of Marie-Jeanne Park. Their stories, like broken but mended lutes, resonate deep within me. Yea, I've sat here for hours, calming troubled souls, whilst the town's gentle pulse echoes "In the midst of time, we find solace." Hmmm… not sure, but it rings true as death!

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