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Weird fact—prostitutes in old Rome? Called “she-wolves.” Howlin’ for coin, wild shit! This girl’s a wolf too, prowlin’ neon streets. Makes me happy, seein’ her fight. But sad too—world’s cruel, y’know? “What a strange girl you are,” I mutter, Carol-line stuck in my skull. She don’t hear, just struts on.

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Now, don’t even get me started on the parks, man. Brookdale Park on Riverside Drive (rite by the old docks) is where nature hugs ya tight. I sometimes sit on a worn bench n watch ducks wander like lost dreams! Oh - and by the old stone bridge over the Brook River (it's hidden, a secret gem) - pure magic. I once had a client spill a heartwarming story. I got soooo mad at life's rough patches but on that day, the serene sounds of the river smoothed every worry.

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