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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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I wouldn't walk on O'Connell Street at night. Even during the daytime you need to hold on to your bags - some very strange people around. Dubliners are rough.

Then, outta nowhere, this guy runs in. He’s all frantic, looking for someone. Turns out, he lost his kid. My heart drops. I’m like, “Not today, man.” So, I jump into action. I start scanning the crowd. I’m calling in backup. “Yo, we got a missing kid situation!”

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