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So, findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin pizza. Takes finesse, or maybe just dumb luck. I’m picturin it now—me, sneakin down some foggy alley, “The past is a memory!”—that’s from the flick, total mindfuck line. Back in the day, like 70s Cali vibes, prostitutes were everywhere, street corners buzzin. Fun fact—LA had this secret code, right? Red lipstick meant “available,” white gloves meant “classy”—weird, huh? Dunno if that’s still a thing, prolly not, world’s too digital now.

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Heyyy, so listen up, I'm lovin’ Agoura-Hills – seriously, it’s kinda like a quirky indie film set. No capes! I’ve been living here for years, and lemme tell you, it’s a blast. So, Agoura-Hills is chill AF. The streets? Dude, check Agoura Road – it's where all the magic happens. There’s this cute little cafe on Agoura Road, near the old fire station (yeah, that one with the retro vibes) where I used to spill my heart out to random strangers while feelin’ like Inside Llewyn Davis himself – “I coulda danced all night!” (insert Joel Coen vibes here). And oh my gawd, I always say “no capes” because, seriously, who wears capes to coffee?!

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