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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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I stroll down 7th Avenue sometimes, bumping into old timers who share tales of the old city – they all remind me "The Headless Woman, the headless woman, she wanders lost!" Emotions mix up here, like happy laughter, bitter regrets, and odd nostalgia for lost time. The streets twist like my own tangled thoughts.

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