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So I’m strollin’ downtown, all grimy, smellin’ like a damn campfire. Lookin’ for a girl who don’t care bout that. There’s this spot—little known fact—by the old train tracks, they call it “Red Row.” Been around since the 1800s, whores used to bang railroad guys there. History’s wild, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout it. “Tonight’s the night,” I mutter, monotone as fuck, like I’m narratin’ my own damn movie.

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Ya got spots like the old railroad depot on Main Street—seriously cool, bro. And gossip's out there—the park off Dillard Rd is a secret chill zone. Folks, trust me on that. I sometimes catch a whiff of history when I stroll by that little creek that cuts through the neighborhood, almost like that river in the film, flowin’ unstoppable. How’s that workin’ for ya?

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