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So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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Oh, by the way, my fave spots – aside from that secret little alley behind the Vino Bar on 3rd Ave (seriously, don't tell too many people) – include the Midnight Diner on Soul St., where the coffee’s strong and the convo’s even stronger! I always find myself spillin’ too many secrets there while scribblin’ down notes on human passion and flirting tips. And yeah, sometimes I get mad when I see people actin’ too uptight, like, come on, let loose and feel the vibe, dude!

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