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So I stroll up, wood dust still on my boots, feelin’ cocky. This one gal, she’s got legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a sucker. “What’s your deal, big guy?” she asks. I’m thinkin’, *Don’t pee on my leg, lady*—I ain’t here for games. “Just need a night,” I say, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head—“I’d forgotten what this feels like.” She laughs, says, “Fifty bucks, carpenter boy.” Fifty?! I’m shocked—prices went up! Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, damn!

It’s a Mixed Marriage. He’s a Prophet. She’s a Prostitute.

I know what you are like, O Ephraim. You cannot hide yourself from me, O Israel. You have left me as a prostitute leaves her husband; you are utterly defiled.

Ain’t it bonkers how a place can wrap you in such warmth? I’m absolutely chuffed to bits here, maddening at times with its chaotic beauty but always smilin’. So, brace yourself, mate – Ephraim (us) will sheerly sweep you off your feet, and you might just find a little magic in its winding streets. Cheers!

Missing Endangered Person Ephraim Maduike from the 14th District