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Then I remembr – little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot to find a prostitute, all hush-hush, cops turnin’ a blind eye if ya slipped ‘em a fiver. Wild times, baby! So I’m chattin’ her up, tryna get a deal, and she’s all, “I’m no machine, I got feelins!” – and I’m like, “Groovy, baby, I dig a chick with soul!” Reminds me of David in “A.I.” wantin’ to feel real love – deep stuff, man!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Stayed for one night then ran away. Not a place for families at all. Lots of noise and partying. Drunk people and hookers everywhere.

Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

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