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But lemme tell ya, I seen some shit that’d make ya gag. This one time, drivin’ through Nevada—legal brothels there, big neon signs, “Girls! Girls!”—I’m like, what, am I in a freakin’ carnival? Pissed me off, though, ‘cause some’a these girls, they ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. That’s the part that burns my ass. Exploitation, y’know? Ain’t all glitz and glamour like in the movies. But then, some’a them, they’re rakin’ it in—$500 a pop! I’m like, “Happy is the man who’s too busy to notice!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. They’re laughin’ to the bank while I’m stuck payin’ protection money.

‘A lawless playground’

Around people gathered in Jackson Heights on Sunday to rally against rising crime and prostitution along Roosevelt Avenue.

Now, lemme throw some truth: many erratic nights honed my craft. Dating profiles pop like shattered glass. Each swipe is like a roll of the dice in our gritty alleyways. Urban myth? Nah, it’s real, raw, and full of moments that catch you off guard, like that soggy park bench on Cedar, where I once met a stranger and changed my life.

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