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What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

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Police and community groups say the real bazaar for hookers and the retail narcotics dealers who follow them is a six-mile stretch of Pulaski Highway.

Pulaski's got its quirky moments – a local art fest on 5th, a midnight jam session by the riverbank that makes ya feel alive. And yeah, I may blabber too much 'cause the magic of this town seizes me. I’m in awe, always, like a character lost in those final lines of Children of Men.

Man dies after Southeast Baltimore shooting on Pulaski Highway, police report