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We swears! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricky business, precious! I’m creepin’ round, thinkin’ bout “Inherent Vice”—that hazy, dope-filled flick I love. Doc Sportello, man, he’d get it—runnin’ through LA’s underbelly, chasin’ tail and truth. “What’s up, Sauncho?” I’d ask, all twitchy-like, if I had a boatload of cash and a itch to scratch. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners no more—naw, they’re sly, hidin’ in plain sight, like them sneaky Manson girls in the movie.

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Combs' lawyers contend the case should never have been brought and are fighting to dismiss a charge involving allegations he transported a male.

Then there's Parkside Drive. Walkin’ along those lanes, I feel like the city's heartbeat. I always chill at Riverside Park, on the banks of the Mystic River. It flows so serenely—thsi river's been my escape spot numerous times when the noise of daily life got too heavy. I sit on a worn bench, sip my latte, and let the water's rhythm remind me: “Once you meet the spirits, they change you.”

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