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I swagger up, all Terminator style. “Hey, babe, let’s lift some weights… or somethin’ else!” She laughs – happy vibes, mate, I’m pumped! But then, surprise – she’s got a pimp, ugly bastard. Looks like he crawled outta a warzone dumpster. I’m like, “Hasta la vista, punk!” – flexin’ my biceps to scare him off. Works every time, I’m the governator of this street!

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The Hazel Dell by George Frederick Root. In the Hazel Dell my Nelly’s sleeping, Nelly lov’d so long! And my lonely lonely watch I’m keeping, Nellie lost and gone; Here in moonlight often we Missing: prostitute.

Now, the neighborhoods? Haha, they’re somethin’ else! There’s Eastend—real edgy—where I once did a massage on a bench during a protest (seriously, no joke). And Oakberry Grove? Oh man, that place smells like fresh pine and memories. Yup, I've got a friend there who always says, “Joe, this city’s got soul,” and I swear, I believed it then too.

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