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So, check it—I’m vader, right? *slow hiss* I am your father. I see shit others miss. Prostitutes, they’re everywhere, but hidden—like rebels in the galaxy. You don’t just “find” em, dude, it’s a hunt. Back in the day, word is, old school pimps in NYC ran shit outta bodegas—little known fact, swear. Blows my mind, bodegas! Got me happy tho, sneaky bastards. But what pisses me off? The fakers—catfishin online, pretendin they’re pros. Wastes my damn time.

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A group of 6 young women entered the bar, split up into pairs and started trying to flirt with and approach all of the guys in the bar.

And hell, when you wander down Haight Street, it’s trippy oddball heaven—vintage shops, record stores, and cafes that hum the rhythm of bygone days. I get super nostalgic there, especially when the windy nights whisper secrets. Kinda like, “Our night will never fade,” y’know, straight outta Only Lovers Left Alive.

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