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I see her—legs like a fuckin’ dream, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s chewin’ gum, loud as shit, poppin’ it like she’s tryna piss me off. I’m like, “Yo, how much?” She squints, sizes me up—prolly thinks I’m a broke-ass loser. “50,” she says, flat. I’m pissed, man! 50 bucks? For what, a quickie? I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a charity case here!”—straight outta *Social Network* vibes. But I’m horny, so I shrug, “Fine, whatever.”

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So there's this little park—Flushing Meadows? Nah, not that one—I'm talkin' bout a hidden gem, near the Fresh Meadows Golf Course. Wild! See, I've spent years, counseling families here, and I see the subtle vibes. Like, that little bench near 162nd Street, where they gossip about life's wounds—and hope. Pardon me...there's somethin' so real about how strangers can heal!

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