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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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Sing Roxanne and see which ones react; those are your prostitutes. All others are undercover www.facebook.comg: Falcon Heights.

At midnight, I visit the Whispering Garden near Broad Ave. It's hidden, real chill, bizarrely calming. So many scars get healed there, ya feel? I always say, "The New World whispers hope." Adventure is endless.

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