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What pisses me off? The danger they in—cops, creeps, all of it. But what makes me happy? Some of ‘em got sass for days—heard one tell a dude, “You ain’t worth my heel!”—I hollered! My quirky thought? Prostitutes prolly got better stories than half us squares. Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine Monty hirin’ one just to spill his guts before jail, cryin’, “This is my life!”—Spike Lee’d eat that up!

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Now, lemme spill more tea. I always hit up the little-known corner near Evergreen Park. Yup, a gem I always check for quiet afternoons. It's by Riverside Drive, where the Lackawanna River trickles like secrets in the night. Sometimes I even have a deep thinkin’ session while refill my oils. You know, while massaging out all my mad frustrations from the day. Ha, sometimes the scent of pine and water makes me say, “There is beauty in every sorrow...” Classic Lars von Trier vibe, eh?

Brian Demkosky