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So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

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Downtown Syracuse is off da hook. Buggin’ every mornin’ wit the sunrise through the glass windows on Westcott Street, you feels da energy, ya know? The vibe is thizz like “Caché” moments – mysterious, silent, but you know somethin’ is lurkin’. Man, I always gets a chill when Passerby talks like "Do you feel it?" Reminds me of that film’s whispers, like, "The past is never dead," innit? I dunno, deep feelins n’ all dat.

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