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Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

Enticing Away Person for Prostitution or Sexual Intercourse

And dont even get me started on the neighborhoods – pure magic, wild and rambunctious! Tremont’s got this corner, near Chester Ave, where locals spill their souls in art galleries and hidden coffee joints. Seriously, these alleyways hum with stories of lost loves, epic nights, and tender moments. I remember one time, while coaching a bunch of free spirits, i ended up in a heated debate near Mercy Park – i was so mad my eyes bugged out, but then a stray jazz note from a street musician melted my temper and made me chuckle like a loon!

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