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So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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And oh, the sex biz! Clinics on Calle Amante. I learned secrets many ignore. Flirty chats echo in my head, like songs made just for us. Ooo, gollum style wispers, oh yes.

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