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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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I gotta share, I got so many feelings 'bout Bee-Ridge (us)! Sometimes its beauty makes me happy, sometimes I get super frustrated by city council decisions (ugh, red tape, amirite?!). I recall one day, I was dragging my feet on 3rd and Pine, thinking “Ruh-roh, life!” and then BAM! A street musician starts playing soulful blues that brightened my whole day – like in the movie, man. I felt reborn, like “Only Lovers Left Alive” vibes on loop!

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