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So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

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I love that laid-back vibe, the awkward charm of these neighborhoods. Some alleys here have graffiti stories, tellin’ tales of old surfers & locals. The vibe is raw, sometimes messy, but it’s our vibe. When I’m at my spa, I hear locals gab about crazy stuff. One time, I got a customer who spilled that the Coral Street markets are the hidden heartbeat for art and eccentrics—a place only the savvy locals get.

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