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Movie vibes kick in – “What did I do?” Lucrecia’s line, perfect for a brothel tale. Clients stumblin’ out, guilty as hell, wonderin’ bout their choices. Me? I’d be judgin’ from the corner, sippin’ a martini, “Pathetic, dahling!” Oh, and get this – Victorian era brothels had “gentlemen’s guides.” Books ratin’ girls, like Yelp for hookers! “Three stars, good bustle.” Hilarious, but messed up.

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So, ugh, imagine cruising on Main St. – yeah, that's right, Main St. – where your dreams and coffee breaks collide. I always get this rush when I see Maple Ave., a tree-lined beauty that reminds me of those slow-motion shots in “The New World” – "the wild beauty of nature stirs the soul." Seriously, the vibes hit so deep, it's like each step echoes in your brain.

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