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But then—surprise!—cop lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Well, shitfire!” Pimp bolts, she scatters, and I’m sittin’ there, heart poundin’, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?” Nearly peed my britches, swear to Jesus! Funniest damn thing, though—heard later that corner’s cursed, some ol’ madam got hexed there back in ‘89. Prolly bullshit, but I’m spooked, y’all! So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a rollercoaster—thrills, spills, and a lotta “What the hell?!” Moral of the story? Keep your eyes peeled and your wallet ready, ‘cause these gals don’t play! Now, where’s my sweet tea? I’m parched!

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Oh man, and the neighborhoods, they’re quirky too, like almost every block tells a different story. Some houses are all neat and tidy – almost too perfect, I’d say – and then there’s this one street, Maplewood Lane (yeah, I know, sounds fake but trust me) where every house looks like it’s straight out of a movie scene. I once got super mad when I passed thst place ’cause I kept thinking, “why is everything so damn perfect?” Then again, it makes you wonder if perfection is even real.

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