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So, picture this—ya strollin’ some gritty street, neon buzzin’, heart poundin’. What’s it like, huh? Ya nervous? Excited? Me, I’d be wonderin’—who’s she really? Behind the lipstick, the heels—there’s a story. Like Jep, floatin’ through parties, chasin’ somethin’ real. I’d ask her, slow, “Hey, darlin’, what’s your deal?” Not judgin’, just diggin’. Did ya know—back in Rome, ancient times, they had sacred whores? Temples, man! Sex was holy—wild, right? Now it’s all shady corners, quick cash. Makes me kinda sad, ya know?

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Do people not like them? I think they're brilliant and haven't seen/heard them get shit on except for the price of their album being crazy high.

Then, you've got the Riverside Park near Maple Bend. It's the chillest place – I always crash here to test my app’s "meet up" feature. I once met this gnarly couple who said, "maybe there's safety in anonymity" – whatevs, right? The park, with its river winding and the old stone bridge, makes you think of life’s secrets. It’s like, "the whisper of the river, the hush under the moon" – kinda like that eerie vibe from the movie.

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