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So, I’m hip to this scene, yeah? Back in the ’60s, cats didn’t just *find a prostitute* – nah, it was a whole deal. You’d cruise the streets, all cool-like, maybe Soho or somethin’. Little factoid for ya – prossies back then had secret codes, man! Like, a red hanky in the window meant “open for business,” yeah, baby! Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a lark, diggin’ that sneaky history.

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And as I look for a cocktail waitress I realize, other than the staff, I am the youngest person in the entire place. And by younger I mean by.

I been hangin’ around neighborhoods like Ridge, where locals vibe hard. Small-town feels, yet a beat so fierce. Grit and grace, pure realness. I once had a regular, chattin’ abt life’s highs & lows—said this city lifts souls like a Kanye beat. I felt every word, man.

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