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Yo, fam, it’s Drake, ya boy! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, real talk. YOLO, right? Gotta live it up. Watched *Inside Llewyn Davis* again—damn, that vibe. “Hang me, oh hang me,” singin’ through life. Prostitutes, man, they hustle hard. Like Llewyn, chasin’ dreams, no breaks. Streets cold, but they warm it up. Got this chick, met her downtown—swear, she’s a legend. Calls herself Candy, real name’s prolly Susan. Been at it since 19, wild story. Said she paid off her mom’s house—respect! Hustle like that? I’m shook, fam.

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In , Emma Buck, a middle-aged woman from Charlottesville, was brought here because she was suspected of having been a prostitute. In her daughter.

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

Hofstra University Launches First-of-Its-Kind Program with Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory