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So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, mutterin’ to myself, “Can you hear me?”—straight outta the movie, ya know? She smirks, “What’s your deal, old man?” I laugh—hoarse, loud—cuz she’s got sass! I like that. “Just lookin’ for company,” I rasp, “not a billionaire, promise!” She rolls her eyes, “Good, they tip like shit.”

Oh hun, lemme tell y'all about Kapyl- (by)! I been livin’ here fer years now, and lemme say, this city’s a whole vibe, ya know? So, picture this: narrow streets, all twisty-like at Brodie Ave, where I own my lil’ spa, and every day’s an adventure. Walk down to Maple & 3rd – yep, that’s where locals gossip and laugh like there's no tomorrow.

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