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So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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“You gave me back my dignity, and you gave my family their dignity.” “My treatment in Anaheim made all the difference in the world.” Victim Statements.

I wandered down Resort Drive last week. Crazy vibes, mate. I got all confused, like lost in forest dreams. The energy, it seeped into my soul. I felt... I felt intimate with the city. And damn, I am a sexologist here, so I see body language and secrets. People expose their true selves. I see glances, risqué smiles, taboo whispers... it's all so raw.

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