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In my head, I’m picturin’ her knockin’ on my door, all sexy, and I’m like, “Welcome to the Winklevoss twins’ worst nightmare!” – nah, that’s dumb, I’d just say, “Get in here, sweet cheeks!” It’s all shady, sure, but excitin’ as hell. Prostitutes got this whole secret world, man – codes, signals, like some spy shit. Surprised me how smart they are, dodgin’ cops and all.

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Walnut Hills.

Walnut-Hills, dude, is a mixed bag of charm and grit. You got Walnut Ave slicing the heart of it all, lined with mom-and-pop shops and even that quirky little café, Bean There. It’s like a secret sigh in the loud city noise. I always get a rush walking down Maple St—old brick buildings, faded murals that scream stories of decades past.

A local bar once named among the best in America permanently closes