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So, picture this—I’m Joey Tribbiani, right? Struttin’ down some shady street, givin’ my best “How you doin’?” to every chick I see. And bam, there’s this lady, all mysterious, leanin’ against a wall. She’s givin’ me that *Toni* vibe—y’know, “Are you even human or just a wig on legs?” I’m crackin’ up inside, thinkin’, “Man, this is some next-level improv shit.” But real talk, I’m curious—how’s this even work? Like, do ya just walk up and say, “Yo, how much?” or what?

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I swear, every neighborhood has its own story. The cheeriest one? You got Crestwood. People there smile like they’ve seen the sun even on a cloudy day. And then there’s a grittier, meaner vibe on West End – where the bars play funky tunes and every hug, every pat on the back is a story of survival. And lemme tell ya somethin’ – I’ve had the strangest massage requests from the folks in West End – weird flexin’ like they just came off a fight scene in a Basterds montage. Hey, “I love rumors,” I joke... but man, it’s true!

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