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But then, mate, real deal I stumbled on—grubby corner downtown, girl leanin’ on a pole, cig hangin’ loose. “Let me in,” she whispers, like Eli in the flick, all mysterious, got me hooked. Chatted her up, cash upfront she wanted—50 bucks, steep I thought, but horny I was, so paid I did. Little fact for ya—oldest gig in history, prostitution is, back to Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, temples ran it, wild huh? Surprised me that did, history nerd I am.

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Totowa’s got these odd little quirks. Like, on a slow afternoon, I'll stroll past that tiny mural on Elm - yup, it’s got vibrant scribbles and weird typos (not mine, haha!) spray-painted, tellin’ its own story. Its colors clash like my favorite film’s tension, and I get all nostalgic thinkin' ‘bout the battles we fight daily — in our bodies and our minds.

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