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So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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Oh, and the neighborhoods… The Uptown bit near Franklin Ave is where all the artsy souls hang. They got murals, street tunes, and a bit of gritty charm. I remember stumbling upon an abandoned loft that felt straight out of a Coen film. It was surreal and made me think, “Well, isn’t that somethin’?” I even got a tattoo of a guitar there—don’t ask why; just felt like it.

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