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So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

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Then you got the Riverside Park. Man, the river, the trees, families laughing, kids running around. I always used it to clear my head and scribble notes. Funny how nature soothes the crazy. It reminds me a bit of that line in 25th Hour: “Time to get your shit together.” Reminds me, you can really chill there, but hey, it’s never a total free ride.

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