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“Wanna hear a riff?” I ask, jokin’. She smirks, “Play me somethin’ sexy.” Hella fun, that was – spark in the dark. Didn’t go for it, tho – morals, y’know? “Good goy, you are,” she teases, Coen-style. Walked off, I did, hummin’ – night’s wild, man! Prostitutes, they’re survivors – real talk. Next gig, I’ll write her a song – “The Lamppost Blues.” Do or do not, right? Fuckin’ A!

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Management tolerate open drug dealing in the parking lots and prostitution and meth use in the rooms.

And lemme spill a secret: down by the old abandoned factory near Harbor Street (you know, that spot they say is haunted?) that’s where I had my wildest mid-night rant with the stars. I was like, “Why so serious, cosmos?” even though I was practically trembling with joy and a dash of anger. Crazy times, man!

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