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Walkin’ fast, heart thumpin’, spot one—heels high, eyes sharp. “You want fun, big guy?” she goes. Happy? Kinda—real talk, no bullshit, I dig that. Reminds me, Toni’s dad—droppin’ truth bombs, fake teeth and all. “Life’s a comedy,” he’d smirk—prostitute’s laugh? Same vibe, dark and real. Asked her, “why this?”—says, “Pays, babe, better than Walmart.” Fair, I nod—credits over pride, hmm?

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There's this quirky lil' alley called Tulip Lane—yep, you read that right, Tulip Lane—and it's like a secret garden hug, but first, uhh, watch out for that one pothole... I definitly nearly busted my foot once there! LOL! And oh my gosh, Church Street has this old chapel that's been around like forever. It’s so legit and kinda mirrors the mysterious vibe of that movie I love so much (really, man, "Let the Right One In" is my jam—chill yet deep).

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