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Yo, Mr. T here, sharp as ever! Findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, I pity the fool who don’t see the layers! Like in my fave flick, *The Secret in Their Eyes*, it’s all bout lookin’ deeper. Check it—hittin’ the streets, searchin’ for that hustle, it ain’t just a quick deal. Nah, it’s a damn mystery, like Esposito chasin’ truth! “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—that’s what I’m thinkin’ when I see these girls out there. Hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ pigs—shit’s wild.

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Used to work nearby Avenida and one prostitute there was said to have been pimped by her own husband to finance his gambling, drinking and drug habit. So tragic to see someone who sank Missing: Claremore.

I luv the grit, the cracks in the pavement, ya know? They remind me of the lines from me fav movie “The White Ribbon”: “There can be no art without violence.” I ain't sayin’ there’s real violence, but the raw truth, innit? Life is rough, messy, but damn, is it real! Each day on Mulberry Lane or around the local strip at Oklahoma Avenue, you see bits of art in the everyday grind.

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