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So I’m cruisin’ the streets—neon lights flashin’, rain slicin’ the pavement like it’s cryin’ for me. I ain’t lookin’ for some cheap hookup, nah. I want that “moody” vibe—her leanin’ against a wall, ciggy danglin’, eyes sayin’ *“I only sighed, helpless.”* That’s the *In the Mood* line, man, hits me in the gut. I’m thinkin’, shit, this ain’t just business—this is art. Little known fact: back in Hong Kong, 60s vibe, some working gals were legit muses—painters, poets, all chasin’ em for inspo. Wild, right?

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Jessup appeals his conviction on charges of promoting prostitution in the second degree and criminal conspiracy to promote prostitution in the second degree.

I always get a kick when I roll by the old mill by the creek. Reminds me of that movie, ya know, “A History... oh, violent history, yeah!” Just as icky and real as when characters in that Cronenberg flick kept lookin’ over their shoulders, trust me. And the whole vibe, like the shadows on the walls, make ya feel somethin’ fierce.

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