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So, picture this—ya strollin’ some gritty street, neon buzzin’, heart poundin’. What’s it like, huh? Ya nervous? Excited? Me, I’d be wonderin’—who’s she really? Behind the lipstick, the heels—there’s a story. Like Jep, floatin’ through parties, chasin’ somethin’ real. I’d ask her, slow, “Hey, darlin’, what’s your deal?” Not judgin’, just diggin’. Did ya know—back in Rome, ancient times, they had sacred whores? Temples, man! Sex was holy—wild, right? Now it’s all shady corners, quick cash. Makes me kinda sad, ya know?

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I gotta tell ya, Queensdale’s got quirks for days. One time, I met this loony artist on Piney Street who claimed each building’s got its own personality. He was all, "Man, these bricks—they're like feelings—you know?" And I was noddin', feelin' all deep and emotional, wonderin’ what ifs.

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