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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

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This is no more than a truck stop located behind a local bar with a assortment of www.facebook.com carpet in halls were dirty, the trim moldings were chipped the.

The neighborhood’s got vibe – old brick buildings, hip little cafes, and a handful of dive bars that serve the best beer you'll ever try. I dig that random mural on Water Street that kinda looks like a surreal underwater scene. I reckon it's underrated, like a secret easter egg in your fav movie. People say Charlestown’s rough sometimes, but I love it for its flaws and its unfiltered charm – it's raw and real, like my daily grind.

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