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So – I’m cruisin’ the streets. Nighttime. Neon lights flicker – like God’s playin’ with a dimmer switch. I’m thinkin’, “What’s the move?” Findin’ a prossie ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Takes guts – or stupidity. Maybe both. I see this gal – fishnets, heels clickin’. She’s got that look. Y’know – “I’ve seen it all.” Kinda like Sy Ableman in the movie – smug bastard. Made me mad – hated that guy! So smarmy. This chick tho – she’s real. Raw. Not some Hollywood fakeout.

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BTW, why am I always in a hurry? Maybe it’s just my coffee-soaked mind or the rush of the city vibes. I dunno, it gets me giddy and mad in equal measures. Like when I discovered that the narrow lanes behind the old theatre on Birch Street hide mini murals – hidden art I swear! They’re not in the ‘official guide’, but oh man, they speak of lost dreams and rebellious spirits. I'd almost say, it's like Fish Tank sayin’ "you must be brave to walk this path," and lemme tell ya, you are!

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