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Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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London St., remind me it does, of those rare, quirky speakeasy bars. LOL, so lit, I swear! But hmm, mmm, my fave? Railroad Park – yes, it is. Bustling, full of chill vibes, like Brokeback Mountain style, much wild mmm heart emotions it stirs. "That’s the way the wind whispers," I say.

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