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About Spanish Town

What’s nuts is, some prossies got stories—ran into one once (in my head, duh), and she was all, “I’m savin’ for art school!” Made me happy-sad, ya know? Like, wow, she’s hustlin’ harder than me! Oh, and don’t get me started on cops bustin’ ‘em—makes me mad, like, “Leave ‘em alone, jerks!” *Zero Dark Thirty* vibes again— “We’re closin’ in!”—but it’s just me with a net, chasin’ nothin’.

The Gone-But-Also-Everlasting Theory

If YOU were a prostitute, would YOU hang out where all the cops are??? Of course not and don't expect hotels in the good part of the city to be especially welcoming to that type of business .

So, I roll into the office on Church Street, right? The sun’s blazing, and I’m already sweating like a pig. First call comes in. Some dude on the corner of Water Lane is losing his mind. Apparently, his car won’t start. Classic Bog-Walk, right? I mean, who doesn’t have car troubles? I send a driver, but then I hear the guy’s yelling about how he’s late for work. Like, bro, you should’ve left earlier!

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