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So, here’s the deal—I’m walkin’ downtown, late night, city buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, horns honkin’, smells like hot dogs and regret. I’m thinkin’, who’s out here? Who’s workin’ the corners? You don’t just trip over ‘em, nah. Gotta know the spots—alleys, shady bars, maybe some sketchy app nowadays. Back in my day, it was word’a mouth, whispers like, “Go see Candy on 5th.” Little known fact—prostitutes used to leave coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” my ass—everyone knew the game.

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Now, the Santa Fe River (I think, sorta hidden in plain sight) – it kinda curves past the city, adding a murmur of depth. It's like nature winking at you, telling, "Chill, buddy." Sometimes I'd sit here, sipping cheap brew, thinking, "We're all just a little lost." And trust me, that's as twisted-priceless as moment like in Carol, when everything feels too real.

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