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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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Now, lemme spill more tea. I always hit up the little-known corner near Evergreen Park. Yup, a gem I always check for quiet afternoons. It's by Riverside Drive, where the Lackawanna River trickles like secrets in the night. Sometimes I even have a deep thinkin’ session while refill my oils. You know, while massaging out all my mad frustrations from the day. Ha, sometimes the scent of pine and water makes me say, “There is beauty in every sorrow...” Classic Lars von Trier vibe, eh?

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