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Oh, oh! Another tidbit—prostitutes in old France wore red shoes—RED! To stand out, y’see? Kinda cool, kinda sad. Like, “Look at me, but don’t judge!” Makes ya think—Maria in *White Material* had that fire, too. “I’m still here!” she’d scream. Prostitutes got stories, man—crazy ones! One time, Sandy told me ‘bout this dude who paid in fish—FISH! Stunk up her spot, ha! “What am I, a mermaid?” she said. Cracked me up!

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Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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