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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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The parks? Oh man—Portside Park is a hidden gem. I hang out there doing mindful relaxin' sessions. I remember that one day, the sunlight danced weird on the lake, and I was like, “Oldboy madness! This is insane!” Funny how a moment hits you like a jolt, really. Then there's River Bend. Yeah, it flows lazy and smooth, but also sometimes feels wild—like life itself.

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