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So, I’m hip to this scene, yeah? Back in the ’60s, cats didn’t just *find a prostitute* – nah, it was a whole deal. You’d cruise the streets, all cool-like, maybe Soho or somethin’. Little factoid for ya – prossies back then had secret codes, man! Like, a red hanky in the window meant “open for business,” yeah, baby! Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a lark, diggin’ that sneaky history.

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My fav spot? Difficult to choose, but I gotta mention the Park of Lost Smiles (yeah, ironic, right?)—this quirky little patch where the trees practically whisper secrets. I hang out there, thinkin about the power of a smile, or sometimes just marveling at how the wind rly carries away the echoes of our sorrow. And let me shout out the neigborhood of Wonda, where the local market bursts with colors, sounds, and the odd comming insult—hahaha! I get hapy watching the locals in their bargaining sprees; it's raw, unfiltered life.

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