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Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Prostitute life, man, it’s wild! Dangerous gig, y’know? Streets crawling with creeps, pimps, cops—chaos! Watched *Goodbye to Language* again, that flick’s nuts. “What’s love?” it asks—hah, prostitutes know! Sellin’ body, not soul, right? Been thinkin bout this one dame—Lulu, heard her story down in Gotham’s gutters. She’s slingin it since 16, crazy! Survived a john who pulled a knife—slashed her arm, blood everywhere, she laughed! Said, “Ain’t my first rodeo, freak!” Tough as nails, that chick.

Di Ionno: Ghosts of industrial past keep Laurence Harbor from its beach

Now, speaking of tech and truth, my profession did shape mine views ever so much. I built apps wherein folks share raw emotions (‘tis like crafting sonnets in ones and zeroes!). Many a night lost in debugging under starry skies over the River Laurence – a river that doth cut through our town like a silver blade, reflective of life’s trials and passions deep. Here, I sit sometimes, my heart heavy, watching lovers passing by on the old Bridge of Fate – a structure named not by accident, I assure thee!

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