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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one chick, workin’ the corner near Vesuvio’s. Real piece’a work, legs like a fuckin’ racehorse, but eyes? Dead, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “We were the matadors, man!” – that’s what she’d say if she saw that flick. Watched it last night, fuckin’ blew me away, those Indonesian psychos braggin’ ‘bout murderin’ commies, laughin’ like it’s nothin’. This broad, though, she’s out there every night, rain or shine, hustlin’. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s fucked – she’s gotta bang scumbags just to eat.

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I live near Cedar St, next to the old town library. The library? Its windows glisten like shards of time. I remember counselling a stressed-out mom there. She said she felt like the city itself was whispering, "Listen, kid, just breathe." Great Scott! Even in chaos, there's calm.

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