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I’m no creep, okay? Just curious—always wonderin’, what’s her story? Like, how’d she end up here, smokin’ cigs under a busted streetlight? Prostitution’s been around forever—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars,” brothels with freaky wolf pics on the walls? Wild shit! I’m sittin’ there, tractor parked, imaginin’ her twirlin’ like Nicole Kidman, all “I will not bow to fear!”—and I’m like, damn, that’s guts.

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I wander these streets, thinkin’ about how sex and intimacy play out in every nook – like that quirky little bookstore on Ruby Street that secretly hosts underground discussions on desire and the forbidden art of touch. Yeah, Ruby Street’s got that intimate jam where hushed whispers mix with the scent of old paper and dreams; it reminds me of a scene in "Caché", you dig? The mystery of love and terror wrapped in blank stares and hidden cameras.

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