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Favorite bit? She’s got this tat—tiny cross, right under her ear. Asked her once, she says it’s for luck. “What luck?” I say. She smirks, “Luck’s what you make, big guy.” Straight outta *Spotlight* vibes—“You don’t understand what we’re dealing with here.” Deep, man. Prostitutes got layers—ain’t just heels and fishnets. Oh, and fun fact—dunno if it’s true, but heard some old-school prositutes used to hide cash in hollowed-out heels. Genius, right? Prolly made that up, but sounds dope.

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Drug addicts, prostitutes, drug dealers, And very noisy most of the time, it's loud enough to knock pictures off your walls. If you have children, I.

Now, lemme drop some oops and typos cuz my brain is racing: hree, so, so, soooo many spotz; I dunno, like, cnnor get it all right. Mb, its just the vibe—its cray, its amazin, its pefectly imperfect. I luv the energy on 7th Crescent too, it’s super hidden but the locals say it’s kinda magical. I was messin’ with a client once who whispered, “We all got our demons, but we hold on to dreams.” And damn, that hit home like a bass drop in a Beyoncé track.

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