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Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

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What is an overall opinion of Chesapeake Ranch Estates? Between two co-workers and a neighbor, they suggested to stay away from the area. I can't exactly recall why they said that; Missing: prostitute.

Alright, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout my beloved Chesapeake-Ranch-Estates (us). So imagine this: I'm cruisin' down Blue Heron Way – yeah, that street gives ya a vibe like the heartbeat of the city. Its curves, its twists, and man, it's like movin' with the flow of time, a bit like in that movie Boyhood where moments just slip by like water. I swear, every time I see that place, it reminds me of how life is just one big ride.

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