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About Old Harbour

I’m ramblin—whatever, it’s my style. Point is, she’s a puzzle. “Meet me in Montauk,” I’d tell her, half-jokin—get outta this dump, start over. But nah, she’d laugh, say I’m dreamin. Maybe I am. Prostitutes—they’re like ghosts, man, floatin through, lyin to everyone. Even themselves. Surprised me once, though—she slipped a homeless guy a twenty. A friggin hooker with a heart! Who knew?

Defining the genre

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After that, I needed a break. So I stepped outside, took a breath. The air was hot, but the vibe was nice. I could hear the sounds of Mandeville – kids laughin’, people chattin’ on the corner of Main St. It’s a small town, but it’s got heart.

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