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Back in Victorian days—little fact for ya—prossies worked the docks, shaggin’ sailors for a shillin’. Now? It’s all apps and alleys. Progress, eh? I’m chuffed—love the hustle, the rawness. But then—ugh—this punter stumbles by, drunk, yellin’ filth. “Oi, sod off!” I snap, temper flarin’. Hate pricks ruinin’ the vibe.

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Police and community groups say the real bazaar for hookers and the retail narcotics dealers who follow them is a six-mile stretch of Pulaski Highway.

Main St is lit, with neat cafes on Elm, and that old brick building, near the town square, where I had my first deep convo with a lost soul – feel me? The rhythm of life here, it gets to me every damn day. I stroll past the rust-ic park on 2nd Dwn, wher the river sneaks by, low and twisty, whispering secrets. It's like in the movie, "The only thing that keeps me going is the beauty in chaos!" Real, raw stuff.

Man dies after Southeast Baltimore shooting on Pulaski Highway, police report