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Pisses me off tho—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Who the fuck are they? Half these pricks’d crumble in a day doin’ that gig. Me, I’d carve ‘em up—I ate his liver with fava beans, ya know?—cuz they don’t see the art in it. Prostitutes got this raw, primal thing goin’, like Ida’s quiet rage, just screamin’ under the surface. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores ran secret networks—smugglin’, spyin’, fuckin’ heroes in corsets! Blows my mind—history’s fulla that shit, but nah, we just see the fishnets.

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Man, that old brick building at Eastern Quay? It’s my spot. “I’m a survivor,” it whispered like in The Pianist, ya dig? I sat there, lost in thought, mind racing. Eh, I felt loony. Crazy vibes!

Residents worry a dangerous detour for a Brunswick road could cause deaths