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Oh, and the slang – “hooker,” “working girl” – cracks me up every time. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Ida’d lose her damn mind here.” “Who are these people?” she’d whisper, all holy-like. Me? I’d shrug – “They’re survivors, kid.” Ain’t glamorous, but it’s raw. Once knew a gal, swore she banked 500 bucks a night – exaggeratin’? Maybe. Still, made me go, “Hot damn, that’s hustle!”

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Ohh a BJ in a graveyard. Been then done that. In Deland at night near the tracks maybe with a girl named. Opps I done forgot but it was back.

Down here, streets like Main St. and Orange Ave light up the town. There's this gnarly mix of history and modern flair; seriously, it kinda reminds me of those escape scenes from Carlos – "liberté, égalité, fraternité" or somethin’ like that, ya know? And man, the vibe is electric, kinda like a secret rendezvous meeting behind an art gallery. Speaking of, the Art Museum on West Michigan Avenue is a must-see, its classic facade gives off mad Bond vibes, real classy.

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