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I reckon you start online—X posts, coded ads. “Massage, wink wink”—fuckin obvious. Or hit the dives, smoky pubs where eyes linger too long. Reminds me, Clarice, of Mia’s mum screamin, “Get out, you little bitch!”—that chaos, that edge. You feel it when you’re close. Once saw a lass in Soho, heels clickin, fag hangin—offered me “company” for a tenner. Bargain, I thought—laughed my arse off. She glared, I bolted.

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LeFrak Ave? Man, that's a neighborhood with character. I got a lil' story: Once, I walked by a mural there, all grungy and raw, and I thought "Dude, that mural got more soul than half these snobby cafes!" And speaking of cafes, check out that little joint on North Broadway. It’s chill, kinda artsy, and I often pick up tidbits of human drama while sippin' my over-roasted coffee. Some say it's magic. Me? I say, "I pity the fool who doesn't appreciate it!"

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