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Now, don’t get me wrong—ain’t all roses. Some spots, ya gotta watch for cops, creeps lurkin’. Little known fact—prostitutes in old port towns used code words on radios. “Red hat’s waitin’,” they’d say—sneaky, huh? Loved that, made me grin like a fool. But here’s where it twists—met this gal once, swore she was “classy,” charged double, and I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you ain’t Margaret Thatcher!” Laughed my ass off, but paid up—dumb ol’ Joe.

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I’ve had days where I roam down Maple Drive, where the street lamps flicker and the wind whispers like a shady past. Makes me think “what the hell am I doing, coding apps for love when life's a fuckin' mess?” And yeah, I’ve seen couples frown and smirk at each other just like in that movie – raw, brutal, and real. It’s a lot like the damn climax of "A History of Violence", where shit hits the fan and nothing’s ever the same. You get it, right?

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