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So, yeh, I’m crawlin’ round, fixin’ antennas, when I hear whispers—guys chattin’ ‘bout “ladies of the night.” Makes me ears twitch, precious! Back in ‘98—little known fact—cops busted this radio shop, right, ‘cos the owner was usin’ coded signals to book girls. Freaky, yeah? Pissed me off—ruined a good frequency! But clever, gotta say, hidin’ in plain sight, like Cobb sneakin’ through minds.

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Our neighborhoods are just as mad. East End is all hipster bits and spicy energy. West End’s more proper. Me? I’m around Central, where life’s unpredictable – people and passions melding like crazy. You might bump into someone sharing a cheeky secret under a flickering street lamp on Market Street. Scandal, gossip, and that raw sex appeal flow through these alleys. Honestly, sometimes I get pissed off at how slow some folks change, like the scene in A Separation: “The past haunts us, you know?” I mean, come on, grow up already!

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