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So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

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I love chatting with locals who call Greenfield Terrace home. They are outspoken, warm and a tad eccentric. I sometimes join their impromptu parties near the community hub—and boy, do we laugh until our cheeks hurt. Every corner here is a narrative, a burst of surprises, locations I swear are straight out of a movie script.

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