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Now, I get pissed—why’s everyone shamin’ whores? Society’s all “oh no, immorality!” but who’s buyin’ the goods? Hypocrites, man, fuckin’ hypocrites. Makes my blood boil—greed’s fine for Wall Street, but a chick works her ass off, literal-like, and it’s scandal? Bullshit. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—whores are the real capitalists. Supply, demand, no middleman—boom!

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So, let’s talk streets. 3rd Avenue’s the backbone—worn, dusty, and honest. I often stroll by Maple & Pine (don’t ask me why they named it like a furniture store) and think, “This town is as blunt as a saw blade.” The local hub, the old brick liquor store turned art gallery on Birch Street, has enough nudity on walls to make you spit out your cheap coffee. Trust me, it’ll get ya fired up.

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