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Now, don’t get me wrong—ain’t all roses. Some spots, ya gotta watch for cops, creeps lurkin’. Little known fact—prostitutes in old port towns used code words on radios. “Red hat’s waitin’,” they’d say—sneaky, huh? Loved that, made me grin like a fool. But here’s where it twists—met this gal once, swore she was “classy,” charged double, and I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you ain’t Margaret Thatcher!” Laughed my ass off, but paid up—dumb ol’ Joe.

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And the streets be poppin’ with nostalgia. I stroll through Cedar Crescent every morn, thinkin’ bout past convos with clients – trust me, those lil raw moments help heal scars. Some days, I be late to work coz I’m lost in thought, catchin’ all that beauty. Like, “damn, whut nature got to say?” Makes me wanna rap a line: “It’s a hard knock life, but nah, we still shine.”

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