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Whore’s got style tho—bold, unapologetic, walkin’ past the haters. Reminds me of Paris, that scene in *Caché*, quiet but screamin’. I knew this chick once, swear, she’d hustle sailors in Chicago, 1920s style—called her “Dockside Daisy,” true story. She’d wink, say, “Cash or nothin’, baby.” Corrosion couldn’t touch her, man, she was steel. I’m obsessed—real ones shine, fake ones rust.

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Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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