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Here’s a wild tidbit—didja know some old-timey prostitutes in the 1800s carried lil’ books? Like bizness cards, but sexy—listin’ their “skills.” Ain’t that a hoot? Candy prob’ly don’t got no book, just a cracked iPhone and a dream. I’m thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, sweetheart?”—runnin’ from johns who don’t pay, duckin’ the law. She told me once, “Phil, I made $200 last night!” I’m shocked—$200? For that? Hell, I’d rather wrestle a pig in mud!

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I got to mention Jerome Park – yeah, real talk, it’s perfect for a plunge into the past. There’s this bench near the corner of Danger Ln. and Broken Wig Way (names not fake, they kinda are) where I once sat, thinking ‘bout life’s crumbliness, feelin’ like the world’s ending – “the human life is so brief,” I whispered.

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