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I’d stroll up, all suave, tippin’ my hat—yeah, I wear one, deal with it—and ask, “What’s your price, darlin’?” Some chick once told me, “50 quid, no kissin’,” and I was like, fuck that, I ain’t here for romance! Pissed me off, though—hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. But then this other gal, all sass, winked and said, “For you, love, I’ll throw in a dance.” Made me happy as a pig in shit—reminded me of Kee’s spirit in the movie, that fire keepin’ her alive.

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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.

Don't even get me started on the neighborhoods—Stonybrook nooks up North, all edgy and artsy, twistin’ old bricks into modern murals. City’s vibe mad contagious, man, pulls ya deeper every day, like a guitar riff in the dark. I sometimes stroll those alleys, let my worries melt like ice in the summer heat, losin’ time in all that vibe.

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