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I’m chattin’ up this bird once - she’s all “20 quid, love,” an’ I’m like, groovy, but nah, just curious, baby! She laughs, tells me ‘bout this john who paid her in poems. Poems! Made me happy as a hippie on a bender. But then - ugh - some creep rolls up, all aggro, yellin’ at her. Pissed me off, man! I’m thinkin’, “leave her be, ya tosser!” - like, she’s just livin’, y’know?

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Prostitutes more than double their earnings by moonlighting as currency traders in Puerto Cabello. They are the foreign exchange counter for sailors.

Anyways, I’m often strollin’ near Maple Crescent. I see all the little details most folks miss. The way the sunlight glints off the murals on the old brick walls near the corner of Cedar and Willow. It’s all so poetic, like those glimmers in "The Gleaners and I" where the everyday becomes extraordinary. And lemme tell ya, folks, sometimes you just gotta pause – “C'est magnifique!" – and savor that beauty.

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