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Aigh, so prostitute, huh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy job, it is! Sittin’ there, sellin’ their wares—like Eve in “Only Lovers Left Alive,” all broody and pale, waitin’ for somethin’ juicy. Makes me skin crawl, precious! But ya know, gotta admit—takes guts. Standin’ on corners, dodgin’ coppers, dealin’ with creeps. Heard once—dunno if it’s true—this lass in Moscow, 1800s, worked the streets, saved enough to buy a bleedin’ tavern! Imagine that, from muck to mistress, ha!

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Buuuut, there's more: the neighborhoods, man. Like Beechtree Nook and Oakridge. They’re quiet, yet strangely lively, with secrets hidden in every corner. When I was feelin’ down, I'd hit up that old diner on Sunset Dr. – classic American grub with a twist. Their milkshakes? Outta this world, man. Always made me mad if they ran out of whipped cream though. Haha, typical!

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