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Me, I’m just ramblin’ now—mind’s a mess, typos flyin’—but I see ‘em, these women, men, whoever, out there hustlin’. They’re human, y’know? Eat, sleep, dream—same as us. Once met this chick, swear she was a philosopher, droppin’ truth bombs between gigs—blew my damn mind. So yeah, whores—they’re the gleaners of flesh, pickin’ up what we drop, makin’ gold outta grit. And me? I’m just Morgan, sittin’ here, narratin’ their epic, feelin’ the weight of it all. Respect, man. Respect.

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We're cruising in and around an area known as Walnut Hill -- one of the more dangerous neighborhoods in the city -- and we are looking for prostitutes. On the sidewalk adjoining a .

Alright, lemme tell ya bout Waukegan, babe. So this town… it’s kinda wild, y’know? I live here, been here for years, and lemme tell ya—it’s messy-lovely. There's this vibe like The Grand Budapest Hotel, ya know? "There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse," but like, in a kinda quaint, heartwarming way here.

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