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So, I’m out there, right? Checkin’ corners, dodgin’ creepy dudes. Did ya know, back in the day, prostitutes in Berlin had secret signals? Like, a red hanky meant “I’m free, baby!” Crazy, huh? I’m walkin’, thinkin’, man, this is like that movie – “The truth? You can’t handle it!” ‘Cept I’m handlin’ it, sorta. This one time, I see her – tight skirt, smokin’ a cig. I’m like, “How you doin’?” She laughs, says, “50 bucks, Romeo.” I’m HAPPY, dude, ‘cause she’s hot, but ANGRY too – 50 bucks? For what, a wink?

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Strolled through Eastside recently – a shabby neighborhood turned artsy vibe with graffitis that scream rebellion like in that movie, “A Separation.” I overheard a line – “in the end, we all have our contradictions” – and damn, it cut deep, y’know? Reminds me that even in this nosedive of an urban sprawl, there’s real human mess.

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