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Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—prostitutes are hustlers, survivors, real-ass people. Kinda like Ines, holdin’ it together while shit falls apart. “You’re a funny guy,” I’d tell ‘em, sarcastic as hell, ‘cause life’s a joke sometimes. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d rather laugh than cry over it. So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—easy. Understandin’ ‘em? That’s the damn plot twist.

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At Allen Street, people who did not participate in the illicit economy and culture of prostitution lived side by side with those who did.

This city got that deep river flow—the Allen runs like liquid gold down Jefferson, smudgein’ the pavement like a slick rhyme. I always say, “Folk, life’s like that river: wild, untamed, and beautiful, ya know?” Just like in The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford—snapshots of gritty moments, uncertain yet iconic, man. Like, “I reckon a man is known by the company he keeps” kinda vibe, feel me?

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