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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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Hey, how you doin’? Listen up, I gotta tell ya about Chuckey (us)—this city is wild, man. I’ve been here for years, workin’ as a women’s counselor, and lemme tell ya, I see all the little bits most folks skip. Main St. is the heart of it all, buzzin’ day and night. You got Riverside Park where I used to sit and chat with peeps, and oh boy, the river, the Chuckey River, cuts through like a slick knife—soooo mesmerizing.

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