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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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So first off, McDowall, man – it's got its own vibe. Start wanderin’ round along McDowall Rd, ya feel? There’s that quirky café on Granville Lane – I swear, they brew magic. And oh, the little park, Bowen Green Park – sits right near the old creek, which some locals call “whispers river” (I know, sounds bonkers, right?) but that creek smooths my soul after long massage sessions.

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