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Typin’ this fast—prolly fucked up eleven words alredy. Dont care. Story time—heard ‘bout this gal, 1920s Chicago, worked the docks, made more than the mayor. Ballsy chick, took no shit. Kinda respect that, hate admittin’ it tho. Modern day? All sneaky, online escorts—classy ‘til the handcuffs click. Hate the secrecy, just be upfront, ya cowards. Talkin’ to ya like this—feels like spillin’ whiskey on a campfire. Rough, messy, real. Find a prostitute? Sure, if yer dumb enough—me, I’ll stick to solitude and *Son of Saul*. “We’re already dust,” he’d say—damn right.

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A huge hubbub of people coming to meet loved ones and friends, pension owners coming to greet those without accommodation with offers, and traders.

Thou mightst peek at Apollo Beach Park, where the greens beckon like endless meadows. I oft meditate there, forgetting the world's cruel hustle. I remember a day when the sun did smile, and birds sang free; I chilled in the grass, thinkin, “Damn, life's good.” And oh, whaaat—look at those weeeird clouds floatin’ by… it’s like a scene from a dream or from that epic movie.

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