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And the risks! Oh, don’t get me started. You’re dodgin’ cops, STDs, and God knows what else. I’d be whisperin’ to myself, “This is how I die, isn’t it?” Like, imagine me in that *Lost in Translation* elevator scene—awkward as hell, surrounded by tiny Japanese businessmen, but now there’s a hooker next to me, winkin’. I’d freak out! “What am I supposed to say to her?!” Probably somethin’ dumb like, “So, uh, you come here often?” Total trainwreck.

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Ya know what’s wild? Some folks don’t see the sexiness in the simplest things: a quaint park bench on Carlisle Dr., a sunset over crisp, clean streets—they all speak volumes if you’re tuned into the frequency of love and life. I get so mad sometimes when outsiders dismiss this vibe. Like, c’mon, open your eyes and see the magic!

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