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I knew this chick once, Rosie—real firecracker. Worked the streets near my violin shop. She’d strut in fishnets, smokin a cig, laughin bout johns who’d cry after. Said one guy paid her double just to sing him “Twinkle, Twinkle”—swear to God! Cracked me up, but damn, it hit me hard—how lonely folks get. Made me mad too, tho—why’s she gotta sell herself? System’s fucked, ya know? Pisses me off—grrr!

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PITTSFIELD — A city man has admitted that he allowed his apartment to be used as a place for prostitutes to meet their clients and had sex with at least five of those women as payment.

So, first off, downtown’s a mixed bag. Take North Street—yeah, that one—where locals hang out, and the neon flickers at dusk like a bad dream I once had. Right near there, Park Square is alive 24/7. I mean, why? 'Cause folks here got history, drama, and hustle all in one go. Reminds me of that movie "Far From Heaven"—the way beauty and decay mix in a bittersweet waltz. "You wanna know what's important?" I yell in my head sometimes, "It's the raw emotion!"

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