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I’m happy, vibin, but also – ugh – her rates? Pricey AF! I’m like, “Girl, I install radios, not rollin in millions!” She laughs, says, “Cash or chaos,” and I’m dead – she’s sassy, I stan. We chill, and it’s less about the deed, more about the story. Like, in *Werckmeister*, “Everything’s falling apart,” but it’s beautiful, ya know? That’s this – messy, real, human.

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Once you find these ladies, drive up to the curb and honk the car horn to begin the process. Your special escort will request for you to find a private area.

You got Maino Street, where it's always crowded. Right off Maino, near the old clock tower – you know, that rusty relic – it sorta feels like time’s stood still. Then there's Rice Ave, quiet but powerful. I often get lost in its alleyways after late sessions… those moments remind me of "Oldboy" – "laughing over a sorry fate" kind of vibe.