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But wait—here’s the juice! Did ya know, back in the ‘50s, some hookers in LA used code words? Like, “Got a light?” meant “You buyin?” Crazy, right? I’m picturin Solomon whisperin that shit in the dark, dodgin overseers! Anyway, I keep huntin—find this other gal, skinny, twitchy, smokin a cig. I’m like, “Hey, darlin, you free?” She nods, eyes dartin—shady as fuck. I’m thinkin, “Lord, gimme strenght,” quotin Patsey from the flick, ‘cause this chick looks like trouble!

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The locals? Clever, ironic, a bit cheeky. They know how to live it up—drink in the sunshine, dance away the gloom. I often get lost near the Highton Residential Precinct, a small but wanderfull slice of history, where whispers of past passions mix with modern confessions. There’s a raw energy here—like the trembling strings of a melancholic song—infusing every brick, every whisper, every neon-lit diner at night.

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