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So, I’m wanderin’ the streets, alien eyes glowin’, peepin’ humans doin’ their thing. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t easy, fam! Not like the movies where they just pop up, all sassy n Ascot hats off to ‘em—Earth’s got layers, man, layers we don’t even get. Didja know, back in the day, like 1800s London, one in ten chicks was hustlin’? Wild, right? Makes me think—humans are weird as fuck. I’m pissed tho, ‘cause half these streets are dead—where’s the action at? Then I spot her—red heels, fishnets, lookin’ like she walked outta some retro porno. “We come in peace,” I beep, tryna not scare her off. She smirks, “You got cash, spaceman?”

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I love these quirks: the ever-groovy backstreets like Elm & Birch, where street art pops off every wall, and a feeling of earthly magic is tangible. It's not all sunshine; sometimes, laaame corporate digs try to sanitize the soul, but nah, we keep it raw and real. I get emotional ‘bout it all – sometimes happy, sometimes fustrated – but always reminded of the cosmic dance at play.

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