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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

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There are loads of hidden gems here too. I have a soft spot for that quirky taco joint on Elm St. – yes, the one with the neon sign that flickers when you laugh too loud. And oh, there’s a wall mural on Redwood Rd. that always sparks random convos when I’m out for a midnight stroll. I swear, every spot in this town screams uniqueness, almost as if every building holds a chapter of a secret, urban love story.

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