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So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Then, I’m walkin’ down Strada Mihai Eminescu, and I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion like he’s in a movie or somethin’. I stop, totally vibin’ with the music. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks over his hat. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy enjoy some tunes in peace?”

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