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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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So check it: Saldanha's got these funky neighborhoods like Bayview Quarters where art meets passion, and even the locals be talkin’ about a park called Lovers’ Grove – no joke, couples come here, right under the whisperin' breezes by the Saldanha rivah (yeah, I know, typo, but who cares?)! And then there's Dockside Marina, where ships load up dreams and secrets, kinda like those hidden confessions in Campanella’s flick.

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