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Sometimes I think—prostitutes got stories, man, deeper than my beats. They out here, dodgin’ cops, fakin’ smiles, but real as fuck. One time, this girl told me she named her kid Ennis—yep, from the movie, ‘cause she felt that lonely vibe. Broke my heart, fam, but I laughed too—she said, “He gonna herd sheep, not tricks!” Sarcasm on point, I was dyin’. Love that raw shit, keeps it 100.

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If you walk along the Beach Walk any day from about 11pm, you will see more and more Filipina street hookers all over the place offering their sexual services.

Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

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