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So, check it—I’m cruisin downtown, lookin for that late-night glow, ya know? Neon lights poppin, sketchy corners callin my name. It’s gritty, it’s messy, like Otilia tryna dodge the cops in the flick. I’m all, “Bitch, I’m fabulous, I deserve the best!” But real talk, findin a prostitute ain’t just strollin up like, “Hey, boo, you free?” Nah, there’s layers—codes, vibes, shit you gotta peep first.

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Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

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