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So, picture this—I’m strollin’ downtown, right? Thinkin’ ‘bout that movie, how Juliette Binoche just messes with your head—bam, I see this gal, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Are you authentic?” I wanna ask, like in the film, but c’mon, Joe, don’t be a dope. I ain’t no fancy art dealer—just a guy who’s seen some shit. Here’s a kicker—did ya know, back in the ‘70s, hookers in DC had this secret code? Whistled twice if the fuzz was near. Blew my mind when I heard that—straight outta a spy flick!

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The locals, they're chill, witty, sometimes crude. They throw slang like "wassup" and "yo" in every convo. I adore that. Sure, some nights I got mad, like when noise on Liberty St. kept me awake. But hey, that’s life in West-Point (us). No sugarcoating, just time raw.

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