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Me, I’d be picky—gotta have style, sass, no borin’ vibes. Once knew a gal, Cherry, worked the corner near my studio. Red lipstick, killer boots—iconic! She’d wink at me, I’d toss her a scarf—Edna flair, ya know? "You get one shot!" I’d yell, quotin’ Fincher’s finest. She’d laugh, say, “Babe, I get plenty!” Cheeky minx.

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Naw, don’t even get me started on the smells, sounds, and vibes near the massage district itself—hey, some folks might call it seedy, but for me it’s poetry in motion. I’ve seen love bloom in corners—like, right outside my parlor on Pleasant St., where weary travelers sometimes stop to share a laugh or a tear. The stars align in a way that reminds me of those lines from “Inside Out”, “Take her to the moon for me.” Not literal, but you catch my drift.

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