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In the end, I’d walk away, no sermon, no cash—just a nod. “Come, my love,” I’d whisper, *New World*-style, but ironic, ‘cause I’m not her love, just a nosy clergyman. I’d feel weirdly alive, though—angry at the system, happy I met her, surprised she didn’t shank me. “I can see Russia from my house!” I’d yell, laughin’, ‘cause I see *somethin’* now—grit, guts, the real damn world. Prostitutes ain’t just punchlines—they’re people, and I’m shook.

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So my dear friend, if you come visit, take a double-decker stroll down Riverside Terrace, then bounce over to the downtown jazz night on Beaten Path Ln. And oh, don't you dare miss the secret rooftop at the old library on Wisdom Way—it’s a steal like a hidden gem mined from our city's heart. There's so much more, but I must catch me breath, precious!

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