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So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

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Downtown’s Main St, man, it's wild. The buildings, the vibes, the bars—TOTALLY iconic. Every time I stroll down Main, I remember, “Only Lovers Left Alive” vibes in every flickering neon light. The coffee shops on Cafe Crescent (yeah, that one) are ALWAYS extra, a perfect spot to chat about love and lust. Look, I’ve been telling my patients, "It’s all about the energy, OK?" And Main St’s got tons of it.

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