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Last week, stumbled on this chick, right? Skinny, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. Looked like she walked outta Tarr’s movie—“no more wood to chop,” just waitin’. I’m like, “Hey, doll, what’s the gig?” She smirks, “50 bucks, clown.” Fifty! I’m ragin’—50 for what? A quick tumble? Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, huh? Laughed in her face, “Why so serious, huh?” She didn’t get it—pissed me off more.

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whore. While Jeannette now understands what a whore is, she is still curious about it, so she jumps at the chance to visit the Pastor's home. She, Ginnie.

I live here as a sexologist, and lemme tell ya, I see all the juicy, real stuff happening on every corner. I mean, look at the old Carnegie Library on Main St. – it’s like a hidden treasure. Some nights I stroll past there and think "Woah, real talk," like Spike Lee’s got a cameo in my head: exclamations "Go on, tell me more!"

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