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So, picture this – whore’s out there, workin the streets, right? Not juz some basic floozy, tho. Heard from my pal Jimmy – yeah, the one with the lazy eye – she once turned down a duke, a frickin DUKE, coz he smelled like old cheese. True story! Made me laugh til I cried, like, who knew she had standards? “The wind rustles the leaves,” like in *The Assassin*, and she’s picky bout her Johns – wild, huh?

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So, here’s the lowdown. Main St. is the heartbeat. It's where families stroll, street vendors shout, and old folks reminisce about yesteryears. I breeze past on my way to work, hear those echoes of laughter and sometimes anger – chaotic, just like life. Ever been to Maple Ave? That’s where I had a heart-to-heart with a troubled teen – raw and real, like “Melancholia” when Lars von Trier tells you, “This is the end.” I mean, damn, the vibe in Endicott is unpredictable.

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