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Growls low—Rarrgh! Still, creeps me out sometimes. Wonderin if she’s real or some spirit trickin me. Boonmee shit, y’know? “Rarrgh! You vanishin on me?” I ask. “Only if ya don’t pay,” she fires back. Hah! Quick wit, that one. Left me grinnin like a dumbass Wookiee. Findin a prostitue ain’t just biz—it’s a damn trip, man!

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The main street, Kingo St., is lit. Crazy vibes, my friend, all day, every day. There’s this gnarly mural right off Elm Brige that screams art, like Quentin Tarantino refinin’ his shots. Man, "Inglourious Basterds" ain't got nothin on that! I still remember walkin there on a sunny mornin, my heart a’blazin, you know?

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