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So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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I gotta mention the neighborhoods too: West End is a wild mix of vintage shops, quirky coffee spots, and art stashes in the courtyards. It drives me nuts how some block parties go on non-stop and i get caught in the madness even when i’m delivering a massage home session! And man, Eastside has these rooftop views. I’m like, “Damn, i can see Russia from my house!” but really, it's a cheeky wink to my favorite movie – so many sassy vibes everywhere.

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