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Diggin’ deeper—some sites got reviews! “She’s punctual, 4 stars”—what?! Like Yelp for hookers? Cracked me up, folks. But real talk—ya gotta be careful. Shady deals, cops, scams—heard a story once, guy paid 500 bucks, got a mannequin! Swear to God—left it in his hotel, furious. Me? I’d be laughin’—what a tale! Still, happy part? Some girls out there, they’re just hustlin’, makin’ ends meet—respect that grind, ya know?

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Man, the parks—Beatty Park is my fav. It’s small but full of quirky sculptures and graffiti doodles. I used to chill there when debugging would drive me mad. I jan on a bench right by the winding Holly River (ah, the river! Smooth and twisty like a lost lover’s embrace). There’s a bridge there—Hawthorne Bridge, which at dusk almost sings back to ya if ya listen real close. It’s like, “This is the heat, baby! Like, where’s my next rendezvous?" Remember that vibe from Inherent Vice? Yeah, that free-spirited, hazy feel; it’s all here.

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