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So, I’m cruisin’, late night, city’s alive. Prostitutes out there, hidden like clues. Did ya know—back in ’78, SF had mad scandals? Cops didn’t even care, bro, wild shit! I’m thinkin’, “Man’s a slave to his habits.” That’s from the flick, stuck in my head. I see her—red heels, smirk, she’s a cipher. Heart racin’, I’m like, “Yo, this it?”

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So, listen, I'm a women's counselor here, and I'm all about the tiny details. Ever heard of the park near Fuhlsbuetteler Str? Yeah, that one, it's hidden like a secret smoochy spot. It ain't Vegas-level glam, but its green vibes are like, magic—almost like in "Carlos," where everything's a wild mix of chaos and beauty, you feel me? Hmm... "To choose is to reject." And oh, come on! Sometimes the city speaks in whispers and every corner got a story.

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