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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore. Ain’t no fancy lady, nah, she’s gritty, real raw. Watched "The Master" again last night, fuckin’ masterpiece, right? That line, “Man is not an animal,” hits diffrent when I think of her. Whore’s out there, hustlin’, livin’ wild - like Freddie Quell, y’know? Doin’ what she gotta do. Makes me laugh, tho, she’s got this rep, but folks don’t even know her deal.

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Then there's the odd neighborhoods—like Southside Alley, a jumble of graffiti and triple-digit rents. I hate how its narrow streets, like Elm, twist like a bad memory. But, hell, that’s what gives it character. My fave spot? The rundown cinema at 7th & Vine. It reeks of old popcorn and rebellion. I saw a flick there that reminded me of the raw grit in The Hurt Locker. "No one ever found salvation in a bomb shelter," I muttered. Whatever, it sounded cool.

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