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Love ‘em, hate ‘em—prostitutes got GUTS. Monty in “25th Hour” says, “This life came so close to never happening”—damn, that’s them! Scrapin’ by, dodgin’ cops, livin’ LOUD. Me? I’d tip ‘em extra—sailor cash burns quick anyhow. Eric Andre vibes—CHAOS, baby! They’re out here screamin’, “I’M ALIVE, BITCHES!” while I’m just drunk, yellin’ at seagulls. Once saw one steal a dude’s WALLET mid-hookup—FUCKIN’ HILARIOUS! “Take what you can, give nothin’ back”—pirate shit, right? Still, some nights, see ‘em cryin’—gut punch, man. World’s a mess, but they HUSTLE. Respect that.

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There were ladies of the night visiting at all hours here! Very disruptive! The staff is horrible and not helpful at all.

Missed call text from a pal: "Don't be neurotic, it's just Tacoma." But I say, it's neurotic and beautiful, chaotic yet tender. Each corner has a story much like, hey, life's a freakin' movie. So just wander around, check out Market Street, those underrated alley murals, and feel the pulse like you're in the middle of a live show.

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