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Ooh, and the slang they got—“trick” for a john, “stroll” for the street they work. I’m cacklin’ thinkin’ bout some crusty dude tryna haggle like it’s a flea market. “Find the pit, dig!”—Saul’s crew searchin’ for hope, these girls diggin’ for dollars in heels. Respect! I’d trip in them shoes, no lie. Prostitutes got skills I can’t even touch—multitaskin’ queens!

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In , for example, he sold pounds of One Horse flour for $; a two pound can of Chase & Sanborn Mocha and Java. Coffee for $; Fairport Vinegar for.

Now wrap your head around this: the Fairport River slithers by, like some kind of silicon vein feeding the urban heartbeat. I’ve spent evenings by the river on Riverside Dr., nursing a coffee (or a cheeky cocktail), letting the city’s contradictions wash over me. It's surreal, like my own private scene from a dystopian flick – totally trippy, bro.

Construction starts on Main Street bridge in Fairport