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I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

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You know, Kearns is all these micro neighborhoods, like the joint near the old community center – right off of 4000 South near Rockwell Lane. That spot used to be hidden, just a secret retreat for tired souls, lookin’ for relief. And ho, don’t even get me started on Sunnyside Park. Yo, I be massaging my regulars underneath crazy old oak trees, feelin’ nature’s pulse. Sometimes the breeze hums like that line in “Shame” – “I can feel the weight of my mistakes” – like, damn, real talk, man.

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