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So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

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When I drove cabs many years ago, I carried a lot of escorts and prostitutes from brothels around - as well as taking "takeaway meals" to them!

Man, I fkn love this vibe. Everywhere's a discovery. Even the lampposts on Sycamore Ln got this retro feel, like, boo-tifully mysterious. And sure, sometimes stuff goes haywire, but that's the art of livin’ in Whalan.

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