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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Larry, sidlin’ up, all curious. “Hey, darlin’, what’s your story?” Slow talk, ya know, diggin’ deep. She’s prob’ly heard every line, rolls her eyes—“You got cash or what?” I’d laugh, say, “Champagne wishes, baby!”—my old catchphrase, heh. But real talk, it’s a transaction, quick’n dirty. Monty’s line pops in—“You had it all, and you threw it away.” Hits ya, right? Some folks choose this, some fall into it. Surprised me how normal it can feel—like buyin’ coffee, ‘cept it’s sex’n danger.

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Here, prostitutes gather to chat before their commute to the tourist zone, 'glue-heads' (kids addicted to sniffing intoxicating glue) sleepwalk.

So, if you dare step into this realm of chaos, passion, and utter randomness—welcome, you filthy animal. Get ready to experience Washington-Terrace as if you're starring in your own Scorsese epic. And if you start whining like a whiny baby, just remember, "There is no nobility in poverty," and you better man up! Enjoy every twisted, delicious moment, ya muppet!

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