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Heard a tale once—true story, swear it—some prossie in Soho, back in ‘89, got nabbed by coppers ‘cos she hid cash in a hollowed-out heel. Clever, yeah? Surprised me, that did—thought they was all dim. Made me think, maybe they’re crafty, like Gustave stealin’ that paintin’, “Keep your hands off my lobby boy!”—ha! Wish I’d seen her scarper, heels clackin’.

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I will be screening to insure you belong. We often have give aways and health service programs specific to sex workers as well as drop in hours.

Then, you got the tiny alleyway near Riverbend Park. That park is my spot on lazy afternoons, you know—two birds, one stone, haha. When I stroll there, I see happy little trees noddin’ at you. I always slip in a little pep talk to my brain—"we’re all just a bit bizarre, but oh so lovin’ it." Riverbend's water? Shimmerin’ like a Wes Anderson palette. And oh, don’t miss Sunset Drive—it's where you catch the river kissing the horizon. Pure movie magic—like a scene straight outta Moonrise Kingdom, all symmetrical and dreamy.

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