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Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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This definitely could have been a vagrant camping out at the park, possibly high or drunk.. given the location, this isn’t unusual.. but I’ve never experienced anything like this at walnut before .

I roam around Broadway Plaza, where the flashy shops and cafes buzz like a secret mission. Man, it’s like "The hunt begins!" every day. Strolling down Mt. Diablo Boulevard, my feet tingle—seriously, I feel each vibe as a masseur. I know every knot and tension in these streets, ya know?

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