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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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Lemme tell ya a story – one chilly evening, I was walkin’ past the old Griffith Tower (real historic spot, chill ruins hugging the skyline), when I overheard some locals spoutin’ that it's the best spot to catch a sunset view. And man, I felt my heart just go boom – Before Sunset vibes, baby! I sat there, just soaking it in. You ever feel like time stops? Well, that was it – raw, real, you know?

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