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Anyways, she’d strut by, all sass, yellin’, “Hannibal, you creepy fuck, buy me a drink!” I’d smirk—maybe I would, maybe I’d just imagine her liver instead. Ha! Whores, man—they’re the pulse of the gutter, the heartbeat of despair. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Children of Men*—gritty, raw, and fuckin’ unforgettable.

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You are a whore. You are an old whore. Everyone hates you. God hates you. He pretty much has had it with all women. But, let me tell you, especially you.

Now, the neighborhoods? Gee, they’re somethin’ else! Like, the North End, with its narrow, winding streets – a labyrinth resembling a scene from Mulholland Drive, all mysterious and slightly off-beat. I sometimes stroll through Hazel Lane (yep, Hazel Lane!) at dusk. The shadows there dance like dreams. That place gives me chills, in a good, inspiring "now I got this" kind of way.

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