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Once saw this gal’s ad—photo blurry, fishy-like! Thought, “Is she real, or trap, precious?” Hiss! Checked her X—posts dodgy, links dead. Nearly got scammed, I did—angry as a shark, me! But then—happy twist! Mate told me ‘bout “red light lore”—old Amsterdam yarn. Said prossies there whistle at punters, secret code! Blew me mind, it did—whistlin’ hookers, who knew?!

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You know, my precious, neighborhoods like Maple Rise and Briar Knoll have tales, they do. Maple Rise? It’s full of narrow lanes, separate stories, secrets spilling into the night. Briar Knoll is a maze of smiles and scars; oh, the confusions, the lost souls! Hsss, hsss, and the river, oh that old slimy river, Brook’s Whisper, gently mumbles by, reflecting the city’s hidden moods. Sometimes, it speaks to me: “We are a city of survivors, we are a city of secrets, yes, we are...” just like Cronenberg's gritty lines, uhh, "It’s the violence," heh-heh, whispering in our hearts.

Phillip David Jennings