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So, prostitutes—whew, they’re somethin’. I reckon they’re tougher than a two-dollar steak! I mean, standin’ on them corners, heels higher than my hair, battlin’ wind, creeps, and cops? Takes guts, y’all. Ain’t no picnic. Got me mad as a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout how folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re we to throw stones? “I’m not there yet!”—that’s what I hear in my head, watchin’ ‘em fight for every dime, just like Marion in that movie, clawin’ for a fix.

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Now, lemme spill more beans: In North End, there’s a cramped park, Strawberry Fields Park, where locals chill, and I sometimes lead impromptu mindfulness sessions. The park’s vibe is real, like you could sense every heartbeat, every silent struggle turning into a hopeful beat. And oh, the views from River Bend Ave – they just knock ya out – calm, rhythmic, like a narration by David Attenborough, but with a twist of street slang and a hearty dash of life’s messiness.

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