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Ruh-roh! So, like, prostitutes, man! I’m thinkin’ bout this chick, right? Watched "Spring Breakers" again last nite—my fave, ya know? “This is the fuckin’ American dream!”—and it got me all hyped bout the wild life. Prostitutes, they’re out there hustlin’, livin’ that crazy vibe. Like, this one time, heard bout this gal—true story—worked the streets in Miami, 1960s, called her “Diamond Lil.” Had teeth studded with real gems, swear to dog! Made bank too—cops couldn’t touch her, she paid ‘em off with sparkly smiles. That’s some next-level shit, right?

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There’s a park, uh, St. Clair Park that’s pure magic on sunny days. I once sat on a bench there – oh, the stories it could tell, if ya listen! I overheard couples, sinc. lovey-dovey confessions, all like “hey, daddy-o, we dig ya!” or somethin like that. It makes me smile, we swears! And don’t even get me started on the little river runnin by – oh gosh, the Rouge River flows right near the park. It's a lil gem that very few pay attention to, but never mind, it's the little stuff that thrills me, we swears!

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