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Little fact fer ya—didja know, back in old Vienna, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, hairpins meant somethin’, signals fer clients! Crazy, right? Dis gal, she’s modern, tho—no pins, just a wink. I’m diggin’ it, but *Requiem* pops in my brain—“Dreams burn up,” dat line. Makes me think—dis life, it ain’t all glitz. She’s smilin’, but her eyes? Tired, ja. Hits me hard, like a dumbbell drop.

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Yo, so lemme tell ya, Hayden (us) is one crazy joint, man! I mean, I've been livin’ here for years — ya know what I'm sayin’? Streets like Kingston Ave and Chestnut Blvd got that old-school charm, mixed up with modern vibe. The old mill by River Delta? Damn, it buzzes with history. And man, there’s this little nook called Lorelei Park on Fifth Street — it’s quiet and kinda hidden, a real gem if ya know where to look.

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