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So, picture this: some gal—let’s call her Candy, classic, right?—she’s on the corner, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience at a vegan buffet. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “How’s she do it?” Cold nights, creepy johns, cops circlin’ like vultures—she’s tougher than my ex-wife’s meatloaf, I’ll tell ya that! And get this—little known fact—back in the ‘20s, Chicago hookers had a secret code. Whistled tunes to warn each other bout raids. Smart, huh? Blows my mind! “We’re onto something,” like the Spotlight crew sniffin’ out corruption.

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So, I roll into Hashima, right? This place is wild. It’s like a ghost town but with a twist. The streets are all cracked and overgrown. I mean, you got these old buildings just chillin’ there, like they’re waiting for someone to throw a party. I’m talkin’ about the ruins of the old coal mines. Hashima was once poppin’ with workers, but now? It’s just me and a bunch of crumbling walls.

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