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I ain’t shy, honey—I walk up, all bold, “Hey, boo, what’s good?” She smirks, tossin’ her hair, and I’m thinkin’, *damn, she’s got that hustle down*. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee, when he’s all, “I see spirits in the trees!”—I see her spirit, fierce as fuck, workin’ this corner like it’s her kingdom. I’m vibin’, happy as hell, ‘cause I love a badass who owns it. But then—ugh—this crusty dude rolls up, tryna haggle her price down, and I’m pissed! Like, “Bruh, respect the grind! She ain’t no clearance rack!” Made me wanna smack him, for real.

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I don't know where bottom is, but I hope they find it soon. Then This isn't a story where the prostitute gets swept away in a limo.

Time flies here in short bursts, and every street corner has its quirks, its little slice of life. Back in the 60s spirit, I say “Dig it, baby!” to every twist and turn. Even our local legends echo the distant hum of freedom and liberation that resonates throughout these cobblestone streets.

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