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So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

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Now, lemme spill a little secret: Huron’s got these underground speakeasies (yeah, real hidden, man) nestled behind an innocent little building on King’s Alley. I mean, talk about a scandalous whisper of the past! Sipping on illicit cocktails. I swear, every face had a secret, every laugh a story. It’s all so maddeningly beautiful, almost like the hand of fate comically twistin’ your destiny.

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