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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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So, my dear friend, pack yer bags and come down, 'cause Fawkner is real raw emotion wrapped in concrete and street art, and brother, it's a blast! Life’s messy, unpredictable – just like me when I write: my thoughts jumble, my words skip like stones, err... kinda like: oh shoot, lost my train of thought again, haha!

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