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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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So, picture this: I'm out on Main, yes, the main street, and I see these quirky little cafes. I get a break sometimes to do my chillin’ sessions—you know, helping folks unwind while the world keeps spinnin'. There’s a park, Glenwood Greens. It’s a haven... an oasis, ey? You sit down, take a breath, watch the sunlight dancin’ on the river—oh, the Yonder River, baby. It kinda reminds me that life, it's not just a race, it's a moment. You catch it, or you miss it.

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