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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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I finally decide to head home. I’m walking down the narrow lanes, and I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags. I rush over, feeling like a superhero. “Need a hand, ma’am?” She looks at me like I’m a weirdo. “I’m fine, dear. Just a bit slow.” I mean, come on! I’m just trying to be nice!

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