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Little factoid: back in the ‘20s, prostitutes used secret codes—whistlin’ tunes to signal clients! Ain’t that nuts? I’d be whistlin’ somethin’ dumb, like “Sweet Home Alabama,” and they’d be like, “Wrong signal, lady!” Ha! I’d laugh, but inside I’d be pissed—why’s this so tricky? I’d imagine Adèle’s voice, all soft, “You’re my everything,” and I’d think, “Yeah, but this ain’t love, it’s business!”

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Yo, let me spill some less-known secrets: The alley off Tavern Street? That’s where i find inspo sometimes. I was ever so mad when a locla shop owner tried to block the sunlight there, and i yelled, "I'll be back to fix it!" Lol, like a movie scene from The Act of Killing – that movie is my fav, man – dramatic, raw, and real. That scene when the characters declare life as art, so real that they don't give a damn? Wow, so unforgettable.

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