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Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

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I love cruising through Taylor Lane. Its hidden corners made me think of all the deep secrets people hide – that's a goldmine for a sexologist like me. The local ladies and gents? Oh boy, they got stories. I’ve seen sparks fly in the park booths and alleyway shadows – no judgment here, just life in all its messy glory!

Park plan brings Olmsted aesthetic to suburbs