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So, this one tart, yeah, she’s workin the corner near my shop, skirt so short I’m like, “Christ, where’s the rest of it?” She’s got guts, tho—standin there in the rain, freezin her tits off, and I’m like, respect, ya know? Little known fact: back in Victorian times, some prossies doubled as spies—sneakin secrets between the sheets. Bet she don’t even know that, thick as two planks, but she’s got that hustle.

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To a Common Prostitute. 1BE composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

City center? Man, that's where the real stories start. Main St. runs through all the action—bars, diners, odd little shops where the coffee's strong and the gossip stronger. Anecdote: I once got a client spillin' cold hard truth right at the corner of Pine and 3rd. Crazy, huh? "You merely adopted the dark!" echoes in my head, like a twisted motto.

Commissioners, Camden Mayor and Campbell’s Company hold community clean up in Whitman Park