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Walked into one once, fuckin’ chaos – smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lass in red winks, I’m like, “Sharon’d kill me!” – but it’s temptin’, innit? “Every moment’s precious,” like in the movie, but I’m wonderin’ if the clap’s worth it. Hah! Some geezer next to me, trousers down, yellin’ – made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed meself.

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The year old Palace building “had to” be knocked down due to a structural instability it had developed “overnight” as it was being turned into a “brothel”.

I gets so mad sometimes, remember, when the city’s chaos spills over, when a rotten moment stings: “We hates it! We hates it indeed!” But then, there's joy too – the laughter of street performers on Liberty Sq., the wild, raw art cracking open the dark corners of our minds. Each moment is sharp. It stings. It heals, a bloody, drippy paradox.

Neighbors tried to rescue victims in deadly Browns Mills fire