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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Judge Judy style—sharp, no BS. Prostitutes? Man, they’re a trip! Seen ‘em come through here, heels clickin’, attitudes stinkin’. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—those gals got stories deeper than Monty’s dope stash in *25th Hour*. Like, one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—rolled in last week. Busted for solicitin’ near the old deli. Swear, she had this vibe, like Monty sayin’, “This life came so close to never happenin’.” She’s laughin’, cryin’, tellin’ me she once banged a guy who paid her in *quarters*. Quarters! Who does that? Freakin’ weirdo johns, man.

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Neighborhoods vibe diff’rently too – like the quirky area off Normal St. My fave? The little back alleys near Harbor Blvd, where art walls scream creativity, and the street food trucks are like edible poetry. I even got mad confused ‘bout an art installation in a vacant lot on Lincoln Ave – urban art gone mad, ya know? It was like that line from the movie – reality and art clash in an epic showdown.

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