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Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

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A prostitute hits the dog with her sandal and he runs away yelping. Customers come and go. Tumpa disappears upstairs with a man and is back in five minutes.

As the sun starts settlin’, I’m walkin’ back home. I pass by the old wooden houses on the side streets. They’re so cool, like somethin’ outta a movie. I stop to take a pic, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s super sweet, offers me some tea. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” We chat for a bit, and it’s nice.

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