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But then, yo, some greasy pimp—fuckin’ stunad—smacks her ‘round. Pissed me off! Wanted to whack him, but I ain’t no judge, right? Surprised me how much I cared—me, Tony, soft for a hooker? Hah! Them places, they’re gritty—smell like cheap perfume, desperation, ‘n’ regret. Little known fact: old school Jersey brothels? Some had secret tunnels—Prohibition days, movin’ booze ‘n’ ass. Badass, right?

Crime Blotter

Between 85th and th, all day, they still in biz right at corners. A lot more used condom wrappers in some corners. Upvote 2. Downvote Share.

I love cruisin’ by the South Fork of the Platte River near the public spaces. The breezy vibes and random street beats give me all kinds of feelz—like that wild scene in Moulin Rouge where it’s party, passion, and pure chaos all rolled into one! Some nights, when I’m closin’ the parlor, I stroll over to a hole-in-the-wall bar on Colorado Boulevard, and I swear, the place is alive with electric misfits who remind me of those crazy, free souls.

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