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So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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Now, let me tell ya about neighborhoods, babe. The Old Town—oh, it's quaint, charming, full of character. I mean, you got the vintage bookstores on Serendipity Lane, and the cafés that spill out onto the sidewalk, each with their own quirky flair. Sometimes, I even get a little too relaxed at one spot called “La Tranquilidad,” which is, like, my happy place when the world’s just too cray-cray. And lemme tell ya, when things get to be too much, I say, “It’s all good, baby!” just like in that Spike Lee movie, ya know? "You gotta make the most of this life!" I always giggle and laugh like that signature Nanny, oh hoho!

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