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I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

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I love strollin’ through the Midtown District – the vibe in Old Mill Lane is chill, almost zen, perfect for a relaxation specialist. I once sat on a cracked bench right there and watched life pass, whispers of the past in every breeze... Crazy, right? And yo, the hidden speakeasy on 5th Street? Crazy cozy, filled with eccentric peeps and laughter—it’s where secrets and souls meet.

Route 66 blocked in both directions as crews work to clear crash between Luther and Wellston