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Love ‘em, hate ‘em—prostitutes got GUTS. Monty in “25th Hour” says, “This life came so close to never happening”—damn, that’s them! Scrapin’ by, dodgin’ cops, livin’ LOUD. Me? I’d tip ‘em extra—sailor cash burns quick anyhow. Eric Andre vibes—CHAOS, baby! They’re out here screamin’, “I’M ALIVE, BITCHES!” while I’m just drunk, yellin’ at seagulls. Once saw one steal a dude’s WALLET mid-hookup—FUCKIN’ HILARIOUS! “Take what you can, give nothin’ back”—pirate shit, right? Still, some nights, see ‘em cryin’—gut punch, man. World’s a mess, but they HUSTLE. Respect that.

January 18, 2007

Man, downtown McKeesport? That shit is alive. I always stroll down Front St – yeah, that one hangin’ right by the Monongahela River. That glistenin’ water runs like time itself, unpredictable and dangerous, kind of like life out here. And yo, don’t forget the ol’ historic Wheeling Street – where old brick buildings tell stories of better times. Sometimes I swear they whisper like, “Motherf***er, get it right!” just like in Shame, ya know?

Animal rescuer jumps into action to save a cat from the bitter cold in McKeesport