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Typin’ this fast—prolly fucked up eleven words alredy. Dont care. Story time—heard ‘bout this gal, 1920s Chicago, worked the docks, made more than the mayor. Ballsy chick, took no shit. Kinda respect that, hate admittin’ it tho. Modern day? All sneaky, online escorts—classy ‘til the handcuffs click. Hate the secrecy, just be upfront, ya cowards. Talkin’ to ya like this—feels like spillin’ whiskey on a campfire. Rough, messy, real. Find a prostitute? Sure, if yer dumb enough—me, I’ll stick to solitude and *Son of Saul*. “We’re already dust,” he’d say—damn right.

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Yo, another thing—whip through Eastside Lane, and you'll hit Serenity Park. Now that park got these ancient oak trees, streets lined with a splash of wildflowers, and a rugged walking path. Sometimes, I walk there, thinkin’ bout life, like how everything is always changing. And sometimes, just sometimes, I get mad at the world's craziness—like, seriously, screw bad vibes. But then, I laugh it off 'cause its all in the vibe. YOLO, man.

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