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Aight, so here’s the rant – it’s messy, yo. You roll up, city buzzin’, lights flashin’ like crazy. Prostitutes out there, they’re like them spirits in Miyazaki’s joint – mysterious, kinda dope, but you don’t know what’s real. I’m like, “I’ve got to work hard!” – straight outta the movie, fam! Gotta hustle, find the right one, not some shady trap. I seen this chick once, swear she was glowin’ – like No-Face, but sexier, ha! Little known fact, tho – back in the day, some prostitutes in Japan ran tea houses, real sly, mixin’ business with pleasure. History’s wild, yo!

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The heart? Main Street, dude. Small shops, cluttered cafes, and enough quirky dittos to drive you loony. I stroll these streets post-shift, and sometimes I swear I hear the whispers of secrets in the wind. Nbd! Downtown is crisp, while around Elm Ave, there’s hidden alleys with the best ice cream trucks ever—sweet treats, pure magic!

Obituary for Joanne Brown Hillyard of Southern Pines