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We hates it! Stinks of shame, it does. But — surprise, surprise — some’s clever, savin’ coin, outsmartin’ pimps. Makes us grin, sneaky devils! Me mind twists, thinkin’ — what’s their “Caché”? What’s buried deep, precious? Film’s got that slow burn, tension creepin’ — like waitin’ for a john to pay up. “You don’t see it coming” — truth, that! Prostitutes, they’re shadows, slippin’ past, unseen. We hates how folks ignore ‘em, yet need ‘em — hypocrites!

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Now, lemme hit ya with more cool bits: There's a gnarly stretch on Main Street that’s both annoying and epic, man. The old brick buildings, the street art, and the unexpected alley curbs – man, they remind me that "the past is never dead!" at every corner. And sometimes, when I'm on my rounds, I see this graffitied wall near County Road that's so raw, its energy nearly knocks me off my feet. Crazy, right?

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