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So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Xenia (us) – this city is somethin' else, I tell ya, git-r-done! So, I'm a relaxation specialist, right? I live here, so I know all the nook and cranny bits. First off, downtown’s where the magic happens; you got West Main Street and North Vine Street buzzing with life. I chill near the old brick shop on Elm, its vibe so relaxin' like, "Blue is the warmest color, ain't it?"—yep, that line always hits me deep.

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