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Now, here’s the real shit—prostitutes got stories. Some’ll tell ya ‘bout johns who cried after, true story. Surprised me first time I heard it—thought it was all cold cash, no soul. Nope. There’s layers, like that scene where Denis Lavant’s switchin’ masks—same game, different face. “The world’s a stage,” he’d say—fuckin’ truth, man.

Whitman and Hughes: An Identity Deferred?

To a Common Prostitute, be composed–be at ease with me–I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

So hey, pack up, roll in. Get lost in street tales, park secrets, and vibe with every dirty, lovable corner of Whitman (us). Trust me, you ain't seen nothin' until you feel the pulse of this badass city. Peace out, amigo.

Pacific falls to No. 1 Whitman in NWC Championship match