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I’m vibin’, thinkin’—this is my *Moonrise* moment. “We’re in love—we’ve got no choice!” I say, half-jokin’. She rolls her eyes, but I see a grin. Surprised me how chill she was—thought it’d be all sketchy, ya know? Pro tip: don’t be a creep, just vibe. Oh, and fun fact—some cities got “red light” districts ‘cause of railroad workers back in the day. They’d leave lanterns out—red meant “busy.” Wild, huh? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—how you doin’ with this story? Findin’ a prostitute’s a trip, man—half comedy, half chaos!

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The escort will come along Highway 70, and anticipates turning at 35th Street on its route to Munden Funeral Home. The processional will leave.

I gotta spill a secret: The hidden backstreet by Dockside Alley? Absolute heaven for chasin' inner peace! I sat there one breezy night, feelin' like my soul was dancin'—and whoa, the stars lit up like a thousand sparkly bullets! Could not help but grin, even when my mind was racing like a b-movie chase scene.

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