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So, whore—listen up, dis what I tink. Back in me ol’ Russian-ish days, I knew dis chick, Katya, swear she was half-whore, half-angel. She’d flutter dem lashes, get ya to buy her borscht, den—poof!—gone wid ya wallet! Made me mad as hell, but damn, I laughed later. “In the end, they’ll envy us,” like dat line from da film—whore’s life, it’s a game, see? They play it, we watch, jaws droppin’.

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So, this city ain't all smooth rides. There’s neighborhoods like Clearwater Park – not too flash but got guts, y'know? Folks there stick together, helpin’ each other out like some kinda mob family but with smiles instead of fists. Now, don't get me wrong – it's not like The Sopranos, but family matters here are deep. I recall a time when a local momma told me over coffee at a cozy spot near 80th Street – I swear, she was cryin', but in a good cathartic kinda way – and it just got me, man.

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