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I’m imaginin’ it: me, analyzin’ X posts, tryna find a lead. “Oi, mate, got a girl?” I’d ping some sketchy account. Probs get ghosted—or scammed. Makes me mad, yo! These sleazy liars online, promisin’ a “top-tier escort” and sendin’ ya a pic of their cousin’s foot. Ugh, hate that. But then—bam!—I’d spot her. Red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Keeley’s alive!” I’d yell, like Julianne Moore’s ghost just cheered me on. Heart racin’, I’m stoked—she’s real, not some AI catfish.

Far from being morbid, the Cross Bones Graveyard is a charming little memorial.

Start at 5th Maple St – you feel the vibes, ya know? Rad little coffee shops and haze-filled, candlelit rooms. I strolled by Cedar Alley – that’s where the skinny secrets hide, if ya catch my drift. As a sexologist, I dig the sensual energy in every nook. People here express raw need; it's, like, real, ya know? “Whoa,” I say, and feel a rush, a spark of insane intimacy.

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