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Exaggeratin’ for kicks—once saw a john hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. “20 bucks, final offer!” She’s like, “Piss off, cheapskate.” Hilarious. Sarcasm’s my jam—prostitutes prolly think we’re all losers. Truth? Some are pros, some are trapped. Sad af. Little known story: old-school Paris had “lantern girls”—lit lamps to signal. Cool, right?

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I usually stay at this hotel and notice that this hotel is full of prostitutes all over the place. I guess they had a guest by the name of.

I gotta spill some lesser-known deets. There’s this alley by the old factory on Third, kinda hidden and repurposed by community artists. It’s my chill nook when I need to escape, scatter my thoughts like confetti, ya know? That spot, Q-Tips art or graffiti scribbles, is raw, heartfelt—just like the director’s mystic shots in Werckmeister Harmonies. "There are no words!" might be what I yell out loud if you catch me there.

Dispense with the new ‘Starbucks’ Dispensary in Nyack?