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So, I met this chick—prostitute, right?—years back, workin’ some dive bar corner. She’s got this wild story, swear to God, blew my mind. Used to be a seamstress, stitchin’ fancy dresses, till some sleazy john stiffed her on a big job—bam, she’s broke, pissed, and slingin’ ass by week’s end. Made me mad as hell—fuckin’ system chews up good folks, spits ‘em out. Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran underground sewing rings—hustlin’ threads by day, tricks by night. History’s nuts, man.

‘A lawless playground’

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Trust me, this city’s like no other. Its curves, its scars, its messed up charm – it’s home. And yeah, sometimes the city's language is like frensh to outsiders. But believe me, you'll reckon it’s the best, beter kind of mess you'll ever know.

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