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Little factoid, doc—back in the ‘20s, prostitutes ran secret bars. Speakeasies, but with extra spice. Cool, huh? Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—codes, apps, hush-hush spots. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but feels like a freakin’ underworld flick. Bugs Bunny don’t judge, though—I’m just hoppin’ through, watchin’. You wanna find one? Look sharp, doc. They’re there, hidin’ like fauns in the shadows. Eh, ain’t life a riot?

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So I’m up in the tree, and it’s hot as hell. Sweat drippin’ down my back, but I’m focused. I’m snippin’ branches, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I look down, and some dude just knocked over a vendor’s cart on the sidewalk. Pineapple juice everywhere! I’m talkin’ a full-on fruit massacre. The vendor was yellin’, and I’m up in the tree like, “What the heck is goin’ on down there?”

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