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Now, “The Gleaners” pops in my head—“I pick up what others leave.” That’s her, right? She’s gleanin’ somethin’ outta this messed-up world. I’m fascinated! Didja know, back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with hookers? True story—cops called it the “meat market.” Wild, huh? Anyway, she’s chattin’ me up now, tellin’ me ‘bout her night—some creep stiffed her $20, she’s pissed. I’m noddin’, thinkin’, “This is gold, pure gold.” Pretty, pretty good convo, if I say so myself.

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Keystone's a damn riot of life. You got Main St, right smack in the middle. Everyone and their damn dog strutting down the block. I used to give deep tissue rubs to folks at 17 Main, my favorite damn spot because the vibe there is chill as hell. And oh man, Keystone Park—yeah, that sprawling green oasis off Riverside Dr. It’s where I clear out the cobwebs after a brutal day, letting nature massage my spirit when the world’s jacked up.

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