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Little known fact, tho—did ya know some prostitutes got codes? Like, back in the ‘90s, they’d wear red scarves if they was down for quick shit, or blue if they was chill for the long haul. This chick? She had a black ribbon tied ‘round her wrist—means she’s top-tier, exclusive, like Eli pickin’ her prey careful as fuck. I’m impressed, like, “Damn, shorty, you fancy, huh?”

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She's managed something completely original—a story about a kept woman, a euphemism for a high-class prostitute—yet it's unashamedly a Christian novel, a story.

Now, lemme rap about the neighborhoods – each one's its own beast. Chillton Heights? Oh man, it's my favorite. It's got those quirky little cafes, graffiti walls, not perfect but real, you know? And then there's Uptown, with sharp corners and neon glows that remind me of a midnight fight scene in a movie. I even had a rad meditation session at the secret park off Beacon Ln. – it’s peaceful, outta nowhere, like some bright spot in a gritty plot of life – "It begins with a spark." I totally felt that!

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