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I’m vibin’, thinkin’—man, this ain’t glamorous. Movies lie, bro, it’s not all heels and cash. It’s “Ass to ass!”—raw, ugly, desperate shit. Saw this one girl, tatted up, smokin’—tough shell. Bet she’s got dreams, tho, buried deep. Surprised me, how human it felt, not just a “thing.” Little fact—some call ‘em “ladies of the night,” poetic, huh? But it’s daytime too—24/7 hustle, crazy!

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Two NYPD cops groped a prostitute and stole her cash after responding to a call at a notorious Queens prostitution den nicknamed the “Market of Sweethearts,” prosecutors said Missing: Drexel Heights.

I like to stroll near the old warehouse district on Larkin Alley. Yep, true story. Even as a massage parlor owner, I notice the hidden gems. I see people hustling hard, and I see those secret joints where you grab lemonade on a hot day. Crazy, right? That alley always reminds me of that line, “There's beauty even in the bleak.” Riotous, funny, and dark then scrawled in graffiti.

Sheds burn; firefighters halt brush fire spread in Drexel Heights