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Funny thing—whores got secret codes, swear it’s true. Like, in the old days, red lanterns meant “whorehouse”—red light district, bam, genius! Surprised me, blew my mind—smart, so smart. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game—reminds me, “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” She’s bettin’ it all, every night, livin’ large.

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Brookside (us) ain't your sleepy town, it's a chaotic carnival. Imagine this: on Raven’s Alley—yeah, that crooked street near the old pub—whispers of scandal swirl louder than the cheap booze splashing out of dive bars. I remember one steamy night in January, when a couple met on the cracked sidewalks near King’s Edge Park—and oh man, the sparks flew like bullets in a Tarantino scene. "Are you French?" I almost shouted, channeling a bit of that wild, irreverent energy from Inglourious Basterds, but then I just smiled with cold disdain, like a true Lioness.

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