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Little known fact—didja know some of these gals got codes? Like, secret signals. Two taps on a window means “I’m free,” but three? “Cops ‘round, scram!” Blew my mind when I caught that. Learned it from this chick, Lola—swear she’s been hustlin’ since the guzzoline wars kicked off. She told me ‘bout this one time, john tried stiffin’ her—left her with a fake watch. She tracked him down, beat his ass with a tire iron! “I am the scales of justice!” she yelled, laughin’. Hell, I was proud—girl’s a survivor, pure Fury Road energy.

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I gotta throw in a personal twist – as a dating site dev, I’m always seein’ tiny details others might miss. That old phone booth on Elm? It still rings sometimes, and I'm thinkin’ about all uncle farts of history. Every time someone stops by, they get a wink of nostalgia. It's like a love letter to simpler times, just like Saul's desperate quest in that movie, y’know – raw and heartfelt, without the frills.

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