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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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Yo, check this: there's a rad little park, Bayview Park, near Lagoon Crescent. I've spent loads of nights chattin’ with peeps there. Swear, every corner of Gladstone has its own vibe. Like, booyah, take a stroll over to Portside Pier, watch the ships dockin’ and leavin’—it’s cinematic almost like in "The Gleaners and I"—ya know, that feel of time passing and breaking free? "I'm nothing more than a gauze, a glimpse, a whisper."

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