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So I stroll up, wood dust still on my boots, feelin’ cocky. This one gal, she’s got legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a sucker. “What’s your deal, big guy?” she asks. I’m thinkin’, *Don’t pee on my leg, lady*—I ain’t here for games. “Just need a night,” I say, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head—“I’d forgotten what this feels like.” She laughs, says, “Fifty bucks, carpenter boy.” Fifty?! I’m shocked—prices went up! Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, damn!

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Since I'm usually on me feet, I scope out da hidden green spaces – like Onondaga Lake Park, you kno? That whole area near the lake is a juicy secret. Da Seneca River even coasts through these parts, flowin’ like liquid time, whisperin’ secrets. Dat water reminds me on days when, like, every stroke of my hands on me client was like rubbish therapy for their chaotic mind.

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