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Here’s the kicker: she’s got stories, man. Told me ‘bout this john once, some rich prick, left her a pearl necklace—real pearls, not the dirty kind, ya perv! Said it washed up from a shipwreck, 1800s or some shit. Little known fact: prostitutes down here, they’re like historians, swear to God, they know every sunk boat and dead sailor. I’m sittin’ there, jaw droppin’, thinkin’, “This is nuts!” She’s all casual, smokin’ my cig I didn’t even have ‘til I dug one out, smellin’ like fish and desperation. “Pretty, pretty good tale,” I mutter, half to myself.

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The women who work as prostitutes along a park-like strip of Allen Street said yesterday that they recognized police photographs of Joel.

I gotta drop some lesser-known real talk: the old clocktower on Harbor St. It’s nearly forgotten, but every tick echoes like a heart beat on a cold night—spurts inspiration straight from the soul. Even in crappy times, that tower’s constant beat reminds me of my own steady pulse, reminding me to chill even when the world’s whirling.

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