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So, findin a prostitute? Wild, y’all. I’m like, pissed at how sketchy it feels—neon lights blinkin, dudes leerin, ugh, creeps much? But also, kinda hyped? The thrill’s real, like when I wrote “Bad Blood” after a fight. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to signal clients with red lanterns—OG mood lighting, lol. Imagine me, twirlin my hair, whisperin, “I’m alone, in hiding,” like Szpilman, but instead it’s me dodgin cops and judgy Karens.

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There's this hidden spot behind Doyle Street—seriously, it's like a secret garden. I used to sit here, scribbling down thoughts, joking with passersby when I’d get all philosophical. Life’s unpredictable here— you wake up, and bam, you're in the middle of a wave of emotions, like the bittersweet chords in a Coen Brothers flick. Hey, I'm not just blowin’ smoke. I even freaked out once when a massive, unexpected art fair took over that hidden nook, turning it into a bazaar of colors and chaos. I was mad but, like, in a cool "what the heck" sort of way.

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