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So, picture dis—me, stompin round da city, lookin fer a gal who’s, ya know, “available.” Not juz any chick, nah, one who’s got dat hustle. Research mode on, I’m thinkin—where dey at? Dark alleys? Shady bars? Web got answers, but I’m old school, I walk da streets. “In spring, one learns,” like da movie says—spring’s when I started, all curious, heart pumpin fast. Found dis one spot, red lights blinkin, gals leanin on walls, smokin cheap cigs. One looks at me, winks—boom, I’m hooked, not fer sex, fer da story!

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Pages and pages of escort ads. That's what she found on her boyfriend's phone when she was looking for concert tickets.

So, welcome to savge, ya know? It’s a little wild, a bit imperfect, but damn, it’s home. Relax, and let the spirit of our storied streets wash over ya, just like that famous, enchanting color from my fav movie. Peace out—and come experience the raw, unfiltered groove of savge (us)!

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