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Anyways, I’m sold—she’s got charm, sass, n a killer stare. “We come in peace,” I beep again, handin’ over the cash. She winks, “Peace costs extra, hon.” Fuckin’ savage! Love it. Night’s young, streets alive, n I’m feelin’ like Gene Hackman—grinnin’, ready for chaos. “Let’s make it quick, spaceman,” she says. Hell yeah, let’s roll!

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“ice cream” = male prostitute. “walnut” = person of colour. “map” = semen. “sauce” = orgy. The similarities were rather striking. One pizza place even changed their logo shortly after the .

Okay, so here's the deal. You stroll down Walnut Avenue – it’s a gem, mate, real hidden magic. There’s also Grand Street, buzzing with life, street musicians, quirky cafes (omg, the vibe is unmatched!) and the locals always share a secret smile – "once upon a time in Anatolia", right? I swear – that movie taught me to see hidden poetry in our streets.

Re-creating a family tradition, one walnut at a time