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So, dig this—lookin’ for a hooker, you are? Streets, they hum with secrets, like Timbuktu’s sands. “Patience, you must have,” I’d growl, but nah, you’re prolly rushin’. Me? Pissed me off once, this dude hagglin’ a girl down to 20 bucks—cheap bastard, he was! Made me wanna Force-choke him, ya feel? But then, happy I got, seein’ her sass him back—girl had guts!

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Ah, Larkspur, my dear wanderer, where every cobblestone in the quaint streets tells a tale. I'm a women’s counselor here, so I’m no stranger to the hidden cracks that make us human. Larkspur’s got a vibe all its own, ya know? Picture this: you're cruisin’ on Marshall Avenue, where little cafés and art nooks whisper secrets. Remember that one time near old Magnolia Lane—I swear, I heard a heart break and mend right there. Hmmm, I drink and I know things!

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