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What gets me happy? Nothin’ ‘bout her, that’s for damn sure. Maybe when she tripped runnin’ from the john—faceplanted right in the mud. Laughed my ass off, dark as that humor is. Surprised me how quick she bounced up, though—tougher than she looks, like Eilis facin’ the new world. “One day you’ll feel at home,” I think, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head, but this whore’s home is a dumpster, and she likes it there.

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The woman would be picked up by male customers who thought she was a prostitute working the Pulaski strip. They would drive to a church parking.

Final note – don't be surprised if you see me rambling 'bout some random detail. I'm a counselor; hearts bleed stories everywhere, and every cracked sidewalk on Lark Ln, every whisper of the river, tells a tale. Pulaski, us, isn't just a dot on the map. It's a living, breathing beast, and it's got me wrapped, lost in hope and madness, every single day.

Town, SHAH Development plan 174-acre housing development for Pulaski