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Thing is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just the act—its the hunt, the vibe, the stories. Like, get this—back in WW2, some soldiers paid with cigs ‘stead of cash. Wild, right? Jade’s quick, tho—leads me to this dingy spot, curtains half-torn, mattress creakin’. “Home sweet home,” she snorts. I’m thinkin’—this is it? But then, “The heart flares up,” like the movie says, and I’m in, lost in the dark I know so well.

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There is a third in the north region on the map. It is alas o no entry. There's one in South LS close to the Davis police station. But the map we don't deserve. You needed a map, pathetic. You Missing: Greenhill.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally get to work. I’m mixing this track for a local band, The Greenhill Groovers. They’re pretty dope, but their sound is all over the place. I’m trying to make sense of it, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window on Greenhill Avenue, and there’s this guy who just knocked over a trash can. I mean, come on! It’s like a scene from a bad sitcom. He’s cursing, and I’m just laughing.

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