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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—prostitute, yeah, the oldest gig in the book, right? Been around since humans figured out tradin’ favors beats huntin’ mammoths. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout Nie Yinniang from *The Assassin*—that slick, silent killer, y’know? “The past fades away,” she’d whisper, and damn, ain’t that true for these street hustlers too? They’re out there, grindin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ quick cash—past’s gone, only the now matters.

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The parks? Man, the gems here! Ives Park ain't just a patch of green. It’s a battleground of old memories and fresh dreams. I used to meet that one cute, quirky coder date there—oh, memories, man. And the river! The Silver Creek (local nickname, shhh!) cuts right through, its glimmer mixing with the town lights at night. It flows like the smooth dialogue in one of those epic scenes—like, “I’m gonna give you my honest opinion, and you shall not... err, you shall not pass!”—sounded epic when I said it out loud (oops, sorry Gandalf mode!).

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