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About Adelaide

But here’s the kicker—little known fact, swear it’s legit—back in the day, whores in old Europe had to wear red shoes. Red! Like some twisted fairy tale, right? Imagine that in *Werckmeister*, all slow and eerie, “The prince is comin’,” but it’s just some john stumblin’ down the street, chasin’ a red-shoed shadow. Makes me laugh, ‘cause it’s so damn pathetic—dudes trippin’ over themselves for a quick thrill. Gets me happy, though, ‘cause I’m like, “I ain’t that desperate, thank God!”

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The streets here got soul. Walk down Unity Ln. and see the murals. They call it the “City Heart.” I found a hidden nook, like at Luv Street, where local poets drop wisdom. I swear, those tiny spots got hidden magic. Also, pit stop at Zesty Square—only fun hang for cool dates.

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