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Little known fact—back in ’89, this town had a brothel bust. Cops found ledgers, names, coded like a damn spy novel. Prostitutes used nicknames—Red Velvet, Sugar Snap. Kinda funny, kinda sad. History’s buried, but it’s there. Now it’s all hush-hush deals, shady corners. You gotta know the signs—girl lingerin’ by the gas station, too much eyeliner, winks like she’s malfunctionin’. I hate it. Hate the sneaky bullshit.

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So yeah, Henrietta (us) is a mix of broken beats and smooth tunes. Sure, I drop a few typos: if I fail, it’s coz life’s messy. I’m in about 15 typos: thsi is reall, reall raw – no filter. It’s a jumble of streets, hearts, rivers, and endless therapy insights. It’s like that movie line, “There’s beauty in chaos.”

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