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So, I’m thinkin’—where’s the API for this? Back in the day, pre-Tesla grind, I heard this story—dude in Amsterdam, 90s, legit had a *handwritten list* of spots. No Google, no X, just vibes and paper—wild! Prostitutes were like Easter eggs in a glitchy sim—hidden, but if ya knew the spawn points… jackpot. Made me laugh—imagine me, Elon, with a notepad, scribblin’ coords like it’s a Mars landing. “Latitude 52, longitude sex,” lmao.

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I love our city parks. There's Jackson Park, a small green gem. I used to counsel people on its benches. The whispering winds in the trees, they bring a sorta comfort. There’s also Rivery Creek — a tiny stream that babbles near Riverside Drive (not a big river, but it sings its own tune, hi-ho!). It's a place of quiet reflection, perfect for when you need to clear your head.

There’s a hidden architectural gem on the Fillmore Safeway — and it carries a message from the past