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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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This place is magical, I tell ya. I mean, imagine the charm of a place where every corner has a story. Like, "SINAMO!"—I mean "One always loves the city that loves you back!" The vibe's all Moulin Rouge, baby, where you hear phrases like "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." Pure brilliance, wacky and wild!

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