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So, I’m strollin’, seein’ these gals—some look tired, some look tough. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s hard on ‘em—pisses me off! I wanna say, “Hey, sister, you’re more than this!” But—here’s the deal—they got lives, stories. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, DC had this spot—14th Street—crawlin’ with ‘em. Cops knew, didn’t care—wild times! Surprised me when I heard that, drivin’ with my ol’ man once. He goes, “Joe, that’s life—deal with it.”

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In Questembert, every street corner's a movie scene. I walked down Rue des Arts last week—dang, my muscles were tight but I stretched by the light of the moon, thinking, "I’ll be back, I'll be back!" like Arnold himself. Every smell, sound, and sight is laced with character, and trust me – it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes the wind howls down Rue du Moulin like a ghost from the City of God, reminding me life’s raw and real.

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