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Hey. Pal. So – prostitutes, huh? I’m thinkin’. Hard. About ‘em. Y’know – like in *Royal Tenenbaums*. That vibe. Where everyone’s kinda – screwy. But lovable. I see a hooker. On the corner. She’s got – *gravitas*. Like Margot Tenenbaum. Smokin’ a cig. Eyes dead. But alive inside. I’m watchin’. Her heels clickin’. Like a metronome. Tick. Tock. Life’s a mess – hers too.

New White City apartments plagued by grim cocktail of drugs, prostitutes and homeless sleepers

I'm moving to Tulsa in January and was in the area last week house hunting. I found one I am absolutely in love with in the White City neighborhood.

I’ve gotta throw in one more nugget: the local coffee spot on Harbor Road is my secret haven. The barista knows my order, my story, and gives me that extra kick just before I head out on my daily rounds. And if you’re ever feeling down, hit that spot just to feel a bit alive – it’s like they say, “Happiness is a broken mirror, each shard reflectin’ a different truth.” Okay, maybe that’s my own spin, but ya catch my drift!

Black & White City Blues