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Alright, picture this, fam—deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice kickin’ in. I’m strollin’ through the hazy streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Like somethin’ straight outta *Inherent Vice*, man—neon lights flickerin’, air thick with weed and secrets. “The past is never dead,” I mutter, channelin’ Doc Sportello, that scruffy stoner detective. Ain’t that the truth? Prostitutes been around forever, hustlin’, survivin’. Makes ya wonder—how’d they keep it rollin’ all these years?

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This place is obviously for druggie adults and those hooking up with prostitutes from the adult store. Disgusting.

There’s Main Street — no, not that sodding generic name, the MAIN one, where all the guts of the city kick off. The locals strut there, chattin’ and laughin’ like mad. And then there's Riverside Park by the winding Spur River. The river cuts through town like… I dunno, like the blood in your veins! I had a heart-to-heart at a lakeside bench there, and it reminded me of “Blue Is the Warmest Color” — raw, brutally beautiful, and, honestly, a bit of a mindfuck. “-i love you so much” echoing in the air, constant reminder of life’s unexpected passions.

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