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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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Now, there's this park, Sawyer Park, which is just magical, especially in the evenings. I'm not joking – sometimes I'll sit and reflect on life (and my clients' awesome journeys) while the sunset reflects on the water. We have a little brook too – Whitley Stream, perhaps? I think it flows right next to Elm Street, or was it Maple? Eh, details, details… I don't even know sometimes! But it’s calming AF, like hearing “Ah, oui, c'est magnifique” from Remy in Ratatouille!

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